Everything is cold.
My hands, my fingers. I reach up to touch my face. Much to my surprise, my face is cold as well.
I blink back the sun light and look to my right.
I see Ashton sound asleep in his computer chair, facing towards me.
His face is peaceful. His head bent down, soft snores coming out every so often. His cheeks are light pink, his hair a mess, slowly fading back to blonde.
I stretch my arms out and realize I kicked the blanket off of myself in my sleep.
I look down at the floor and attempt to stretch and grab the blanket.
Rays of sunlight shine through the blinds and hit my eyes, blinding me.
"Fuck."
I fall down, hitting my hip hard on the ground. Apparently the sound of my hip connecting with the floor wakes Ashton up with a jolt.
"Jesus fucking Christ, what was that?"
Ashton looks around until his eyes meet mine.
I'm lying on the floor wrapped in his blanket, and he looks at me as if I'm some mythical creature.
It takes him a few moments before he realizes that I fell off of his bed.
"Are you okay? That sounded pretty painful."
He lends a hand and pulls me up from the floor.
"Yea, im all g-yea no. No I'm not. This shit hurts. I think I broke everything."
Ashton laughs lightly and has me sit on his bed.
He squats down in front of my knees and looks up at me. I can see his mouth moving, but I'm hearing absolutely nothing. Probably due to the minuscule fact that he's looking me dead in the eye, so I just nod. Which is always a concern of mine, haphazardly agreeing to anything a pretty face says.
Have I ever mentioned how perfect his eyes are because dear lord they're amazing?
Ashton walks out of the room, looking at me and smiling as he leaves.
I hear him walk down the stairs and I try to keep any, if all, weight off of my hip.
I stand up lightly and tip toe out into the hallway, looking around his upstairs.
His hallway is a light beige color, bringing a sense of warmth into the house.
There are large windows near the stairs, letting sunlight in.
I don't see any family pictures on the walls, but if my parents had died, I wouldn't want any pictures on the walls, reminding of who they used to be.
Thankfully the floor is carpeted, so I can hobble in peace.
I notice a dark brown door that looks enticing, pulling out my inner Nancy Drew, wanting to explore.
I step closer, and slightly wince with pain, but I swiftly turn the knob and step in before Ashton can hear me, I quietly shut the door behind me and press my back against it, taking a deep breath.
|~*~|
Everything is covered in dust, sunlight trying to shine through dust covered curtains.
There's a king sized bed in the very center of the room, and a dresser in front of me.
I take a moment, looking around at everything.
It looks like a normal room, besides the insane dust.
