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The Morning After

Birds. I hear birds.

My subconscious toyed with this fact as my body struggled to restart. I didn't want to wake up, but the persistent robin outside the window seemed to want nothing more than to ruin my luxurious dreams that immediately fled as I cracked one eye open. I tried valiantly to force the other one to follow, but the intrusive rays of sunshine on my face disabled me and forced me to remain blind. Instead, I shifted my weight to the left.

Leather

I thought as my cheek scraped against the tough surface. The cool covering of the sofa was countered by a soft weight on my back that encased me with beautiful warmth and invited me to sleep a hundred more years. In spite of my body which told me to give in to the slumber, my mind clung to one thing.

There's a blanket over me..

and no sooner had the tiniest inkling of fear formulated in the depths, than I was up, eyes open and mind alert. In my hurry to wake, I had reached out to stabilize my right hand. My reach had proved ineffective, as there was nothing for me to reach for.

UNFHH! With a clatter, I landed flat on the floor. So much for cat-like reflexes. Embarrassed, I gazed through my murky lids to see if anyone had witnessed my fall. But the house was silent, and the pounding of my heart quickly receded.

"I swear I didn't fall asleep with a blanket..."

As I pondered aloud at the furry blue thing that now entangled my legs, I realized Mikah must've put it there, which meant that he remembered me, and cared.

"I guess I didn't disappear over night like he wanted, but at least he took the time to keep me from freezing."

I couldn't place my finger on it, but the image of Mikah throwing the tattered old sheet over me as I slept made me feel warm somewhere inside, as if someone was pouring a pitcher of pleasantly heated liquid inside my soul. I didn't mind the feeling one bit.