My eyes lifted itself open, on the wet surface of my pillow. I fell asleep without turning the lights off. I reached for my phone wondering what time it was. The bright screen of my phone lit up showing the number six at the top.
My head feels strangely clear. And my face doesn't feel puffy even though I cried so much. Well, life goes on. I lifted myself up, resting my back on the bed board. I sat in bed for some time to wake up fully. I looked around the space trying to spot those flowers.
Wait, why am I in this room?
"And why am I wearing these clothes. I threw them out last time." Am I dreaming. Maybe I missed Carden so much maybe the pain of losing him was so great. Did I lose my mind because of guilt? I pinched myself trying to get any hint of which reality I am. And it surely did hurt. I don't think I'm dreaming. I once again reached for my phone hoping to see any notifications. I didn't. What I saw was far more weird.
Saturday, November 25th.
My mouth opened in shock. I fell asleep on march 4th, but nine months have passed already? This doesn't make any sense.
I ran out of my room as I flung the door open I was open to the living room where I used to live with Carden. Is it possible?
I went towards the one door I was highly forbidden to enter. I opened the door slightly, giving me enough space to peek inside. The bed wasn't made. It was very humpy instead. I took a few more steps forward. I just needed to assure myself.
I took a grip on the sheet and attempted to take them off. My heart felt like it was gonna rip out. I knew the truth...I just needed to see it.
Suddenly I was getting pulled, and had my back put against the bed mattress.
How...
He hovered on top of me. His bare muscular chest right at my eyesight. Before I could process what was going on in front of my eyes, a cold metal touch came in contact with the back of my neck. His hair was ruffled in front of his eyes, as his dark eyes were glaring over mine. His brows were lifted, and he so hard resisted gritting his teeth. "Just what do you think you're doing."
I slapped my hands on my mouth, as I let out a small scream. My eyes widened, it was as if the colour left my face.
Impossible.
This face.
This expression.
This voice.
"Why are you screaming? I'm the one who got attacked." His hand left the side of my neck and was now next to me. I was trapped between his long arms as he stared down in bewilderment. My eyes had begun to water, as my mouth slightly lifted.
"Why are you here?" I said loudly as I held his naked arm. He looked taken aback as his voice got slightly red and he spoke up "This is my bed."
Is he really alive? Or is he a ghost? The next thing I did was something I did not pay any thought to. My body has been moving on its own really often now.
I reached my hands out and held my hand against his chest. Not a split second later his hand grasped on mine "Who said you can touch me?"
"Oh." He lowered his body, now that his ear was right next to my ear. He swindled a finger around my ear, removing the hair over it, leaving my ear open.
"I told you not to disturb me in the morning. You're pretty bold aren't you? Dressed in your nightwear." My mouth had gotten dry after I gulped. If this sin't a dream, if this is real life...
"You can hit me." I'll accept this as reality if I feel immense pain!
As he lifted up again his face looked startled "What?"
