Deep waters

Chapter 13

I squint, when i start to realize that i'm awake. The room feels a little brighter, indicating that it's morning already.

I feel my hand rising and falling down smoothly and my opens slowly.

As i get my eyes open fully, i'm laying on the bed. Next to Elvis, really next to him. Almost glued to together.

My hand is on his torso and my leg is over him, his hand is on my thigh. My other hand is under my hand and making it hurt a bit.

But i did sleep well, maybe it's the bed that is really comfortable or...maybe it was nice to sleep next to someone.

Last night events make me smile, never expected that i would experience something like this. Getting to meet Elvis Presley and spent the evening with him, and what's even more incredible is that he opened up to me. Telling me his thoughts about life and himself.

But also the realization hits as i don't have any idea what happens after this. How am i gonna explain this to Sarah?

Or worse...to my parents.

I prompt my head in a quick motion but control my movements as i don't wanna wake Elvis up. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

My hand is under his arm on his chest. This is...not good. The last thing i want is to wake him up and face him, come up with explanations why i have to go.

I hate confrontation.

I let go slowly from his chest, it feels like i'm leaving his beating heart as it echoes.

I clench my teeth as i try to be as quiet as possible as i move my hand under his arm. This is not gonna work.

I take a deep breath as i lift his arm gently without waking him. This room is filled with sounds of his breathing and clock ticking as i feel it in my ears because i feel that time is gonna run up.

I sigh in a quiet relief as i lowered his arm without waking him and getting my hand out of it. Sleeping next to someone was actually different than i expected it. I always dreamed of one day when i get married that i would have this big king sized bed where i would have all the space i need because the thought of sleeping tied up to someone doesn't sound appealing.

But i don't know, now that i have experienced it was nice? It feels like you have built some kind of trust to the person if you wake up tied up. I mean, that's how i did.

I sit up slowly and i feel that my other arm is numb because i've slept on top of it. Plus i'm also sweaty.

Where are my clothes? As i look around the room. My eyes stop at the chair and i see them folded.

I get up from the bed and practically tip toe and take my clothes. How do i change into these? Going to the bathroom and closing the door would cause too much commotion.

I have to be quick so i don't wake him up. What could be more embarrasing than him finding me naked when i'm putting my clothes back.

I try to open shirts bottoms as quickly as possible but it doesn't work and i end up scratching my skin.

I take a deep breath and concentrate now, once i get the last button open i quickly take it off but quitetly. I take the bra that's under my dress and clasp it quickly.

Then i put my shirt back on and then pull the skirt up. My shoes are under the chair and i take them and put them on.

Once i put my purse over my shoulder i head to the door. As i'm about to open it something stops me and i look back to the bed.

He's still sleeping. He looks so peaceful, wonder if he's dreaming about something. Hopefully it's something good, what he told me yesterday about his life he deserves every peaceful moment that is possible in his life.