9:10am, Sunday
Jules awoke with a smile with a smile to the distant buzzing of a lawnmower.
Over the course of a few minutes, her brain slowly woke up, and the memories of last night started running through her head again.
It still felt like a dream.
A cool, hot, caring girl... spooned her all night...
It just felt... right...
Her smile dropped when she realised that Fiona's arms weren't wrapped around her waist anymore...
Jules rolled over in a slight panic, and felt her anxiety spike as she saw she was in this bed alone...
Was that all just a dream?
It was too good to be true, wasn't it?
Did Fiona ghost her?
The sound of a toilet flushing, followed shortly by a running tap, answered her brain's questions.
Jules stuffed her head into the pillow, cringing over how stupid her brain was being.
Why would she think that Fiona would do a runner... from her own house...?
She was so caught up in her own thoughts, she didn't even notice Fiona get back into the bed.
"Good morning, Jules." She said, warmly.
Jules' attempt at replying was complicated by the fact that her face was still buried in a pillow, and a muffled "hhhmmpphh" was all that came out.
"You ok in there?" Fiona asked.
Jules nervously rolled over onto her side, and found herself lost for words.
Fiona was lying next to her, a faded black and red band t-shirt hinting at the titillating lines of her body, and of course, a smile on her face.
How the fuck did someone look that pretty... straight after waking up?
"I think so..." Was all her mind was able to conjure up.
Then she noticed that on the wall behind Fiona, above her computer desk, hung a medium-sized lesbian pride flag.
Jules' mind felt like it was stuck in a loop, as a smiling Fiona was lit up by the light streaming in through the window and backdropped by stripes of purple, white and orange, like some sort of lesbian angel...
"You sleep ok?" Fiona asked with a wry smile as she tucked herself into the duvet.
"Uhuh..." Jules replied, as she utterly failed to keep herself from just looking at her...
But... She couldn't stop the thoughts creeping in.
Last night had felt... weird...
This all felt... weird...
Whatever she thought a first night over would have gone like... it wasn't like that...
She'd almost had a panic attack... over just sleeping in a bed next to another girl...
Panicked over nothing... again...
Why was she like this?
Fiona probably thought she was weird...
She was just too nice to admit it...
Then why was she smiling?
"I'm really sorry..." Jules said sheepishly, "About last night..."
Fiona's expression turned slightly.
"What do you mean?" She asked, slightly confused.
Fuck.
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