Invisible String

Chapter 10 -We're not fighting

Logan chose the movie Terminator, a choice that struck me as ironic given that, in my drowsy state, I wasn't entirely sure who was chasing whom in the plot. Was it a baby being pursued by a cyborg, or was it the other way around? Confusion mingled with my exhaustion, and I struggled to keep my eyes open as the movie unfolded before me.

Over the last few days, I've only been able to catch a total of ten hours of sleep, leaving me feeling utterly exhausted.

My mind struggled to stay focused on the screen, but my eyelids felt heavy. More and more, I sank into the darkness of sleep, barely able to distinguish the images flickering in front of me. The sound of explosions and dialogue faded into the background, replaced by the comforting murmur of unconsciousness.

When I finally fell into a deep sleep, my mind wandered into a maze of confusing dreams, where cyborgs and babies coexisted peacefully.

In that dreamlike world, the lines between reality and fiction blurred, and I found myself floating in a sea of colors and distorted shapes. Distant voices filtered into my consciousness, mingling with echoes of the movie I had been watching.

Suddenly, a distant voice called out to me from somewhere far away. "Are you asleep?" it asked, but I could barely muster a grunt in response. Again, the same voice: "Can you hear me?"

"I'll take you to bed," whispered that familiar, warm, comforting voice. I felt strong arms wrap around my body, holding me firmly yet gently. I stirred slightly in response, seeking to feel more of that pleasant warmth enveloping me.

It felt as if Arnold Schwarzenegger himself had taken me in his arms, I felt lifted in the air, floating like a feather. The movement was smooth and steady, as if I were being carried by a gentle giant to a place of rest.

And then, with a sigh of pleasure, I felt myself dropped onto a fluffy cloud, as if I had been deposited into a celestial bed. A whisper of satisfaction escaped my lips as I sank into the softness, embracing the comforting embrace of sleep.

Mmm... an intriguing scent of wood and mint invaded me, enveloping me in its delicious embrace. It was familiar, comforting, but I had no time to investigate further, as I was being pulled deeper into the world of sleep.

However, sleep was a temporary refuge, and I was torn from it by a feeling of lightness that filled my being. I opened my eyes slowly, finding myself in the room where I had seen my last couple of dawns. Confusion washed over me as I remembered falling asleep on the couch the night before.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. How had I gotten here? The answer came as a flash of understanding: Logan had carried me to my room while I slept. A mix of tenderness and embarrassment washed over me.

I stayed there, lost in my thoughts, gazing at the ceiling as the sun filtered through the curtains. The clock read five thirty in the morning.

Last night's dinner had been a success, and the movie had been a blurry but enjoyable experience. The idea of cooking more often crossed my mind, along with the determination to explore new recipes and flavors.

I spent several hours in bed, resting and reading a book I had found the day before in one of the room's drawers. After all, it was too early to have breakfast.

However, my moment of tranquility was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I knew Logan would answer it, so I decided to stay in bed a while longer, enjoying the morning calm. But then, a male voice echoed in the hallway, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Curious, I got out of bed and silently walked out of the room, wishing to discover the cause of the disturbance. I stopped in the hallway, hidden in the shadows, as I listened to the heated argument taking place in the dining room. Eros, Logan's bandmate, was there, and his words resonated in my mind with unsettling clarity.