'Moonlight'

3

I open my eyes slowly. The room is dark, meaning someone must have came up and turned the lights off after i fell asleep, probably Sharon.

I'm still on top of the duvet, but i'm curled up under a thin blanket. I sit up, squinting in the darkness. I shake the blanket out, untangling it from my legs. A wave of perfume comes from the blanket as i shake it out, wafting over me. I inhale it, but don't recognise it.

Weird, usually i remember what everyone smells like. That sounds really strange, but it's just something that i do.

I grope around for a clock to check the time. It's only 2:30am. I never wake up during the night, usually i sleep right through till morning. Someone must have checked on me recently.

I lie back down, snuggling under the blanket. It's not too heavy, but warm and cosy all the same.
As if i had summoned someone by wondering who it was that checked on me, the bedroom door opens slightly.

"Hey, you okay?"

I sit up immediately, recognising that raspy voice.

Sure enough, Stevie stands at the door, wearing a white fluffy dressing-gown.

"Yeah, i'm fine. Just.. woke up for some reason." I mutter, keeping my voice quiet so i don't wake the others across the hall.

"Can i come in?" Stevie asks, gently. I nod hesitantly as she steps inside, closing the door behind her.

"You can't sleep?" she says, sitting down on the bed.

"No, just woke up,"

"Oh, sorry. I must have woken you when i came in to check up on you." she says, fidgeting with the label at the bottom of the blanket. Her voice is hoarse, and i realise she's probably losing it after touring all of last month.

"That was you?" i mumble. She nods.

"Yeah, i stay awake most of the night."

I smile slightly, staring at my knees. "Oh, thanks."

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay," she says, shrugging. "sometimes it can be hard, staying somewhere else."

"Yeah." I whisper, unsure what else to say.

"Well, I'll let you sleep." She gets up, after smoothing out the blanket for the third time.

I blink, and she's gone. I bury my face in the blanket, inhaling her perfume. Is that what she smells like? Probably. I lie down again, trying to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a part of me wishes that Stevie didn't leave. I shake my head, knowing it's stupid. I've only met her a few hours ago, and she still hasn't looked at me at all. Not even when she's sitting beside me, comforting me. I feel kinda hurt, but i guess she's just nervous too, which is strange.

Stevie always seems like quite a confident person. Apparently she's not, or she just doesn't like me. I shake my head again, telling myself to shut up. Stevie doesn't think of people like that at all.

I close my eyes, just wanting to forget that Stevie had ever came into my room.