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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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Waking up next to Emily was a blessing and a curse. on one hand, she's your soft and squishy, and on the other? She sores like a motherfucker, it's like having someone take a power drill to your skull for eight hours. However, you don't complain; at least not out loud, because it's fairly nice to have something to fill the usual silence of your room.
Your eyes wander the room trying to find something to stare at for a while. Why is it only now that you realize how beautiful the place is? Well, except for a couple of scratches and dents in the walls from the tantrums you used to throw all those years ago. The golden and white pillars lining the walls that come to an arch at the ceiling remind you of arches you've seen in the garden. The giant window at the side of the room was big enough for you to jump out of, but you never dared for fear of angering God. Your bed was incredibly luxurious, any movement made would make the soft mattress sink under you, mixed with the white drapes from the top of the bed that act as a curtain frame everything together perfectly.
Just before you could continue your thoughts you felt Emily stir in her sleep. Her eyes slowly opened one by one, it was adorable to watch. Her hair was sticking to her face, and the feathers on her wings were slightly jumbled and layered weirdly because of her constant movement in her sleep. You thought you would've died last night with how she laid directly on top of you at one point.
"Good morning [Y/N]... what's for breakfast?"
"I was going to make pancakes."
"Oh! Sounds good, can't wait!"
She immediately cheered at the thought of having pancakes, they were one of her favorite breakfast foods; even if she rarely eats breakfast with her usually waking up at 10 pm.
