Visions

Chapter 9

Kayla POV  

I woke up feeling very warm and comfortable inside Bryson's arms. I kept my eyes shut and my breathing even, in hopes to get back to sleep and not have to move even an inch. It didn't happen like that though. Pretty much the second I had decided to go back to sleep my body got all twitchy. I started to notice how my left arm was under my head and I couldn't get it out, making it ache and tingle. Then, just for good measure, I noticed how damn hot it was under the covers, but I couldn't get out from under them because Bryson's legs were wrapped around mine. I was in a freaking man cocoon. I couldn't help but wiggle around trying to relieve all my problems, but that just made everything worse. Soon enough my feet were tangled in the blanket, my arm was completely numb, and I was sweating; cue freak-out.  

"Bryson," I said panicky while wiggling some more. "Bryson, please wake up."  

He didn't move at all. Mother of god, I'm going to die in this overheated, blanket suffocating man cocoon! 

"BRYSON! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.  

Success!  

Bryson flew off of me within a second, taking a defensive stance while scanning the room. I finally took a deep breath and detangled myself from the killer blanket.  

"The house isn't on fire," Bryson said breathless.  

"No, no it's not," I smiled sweetly, "Why on earth would you think the house was on fire?" 

"You screamed it at me?" He questioned. 

"You must have been dreaming." 

"I guess." 

I smiled again at my pure genius and watched a confused Bryson look around the room before sitting on the edge of the bed, he is so cute when he believes me.  

I stood up and went to grab my things that my mother had left here yesterday, but then I realized my whole left arm was snoozing peacefully at my side. Oh come on! I took my right hand, lifted my left hand and threaded it through the strap of the bag and then lifted it to my chest. 

"What are you doing?" Bryson asked. 

"I want to go shower," I replied in a duh voice.  

"I mean with your arm." 

"Oh, well it's asleep so I had to do it like that." 

"Why didn't you just use the arm that was awake?" he laughed, "You know, the one you used to lift your dead arm." 

I had no answer, why didn't I use the good arm? I made myself think really hard for a good excuse. 

"That's how I was trying to wake it up." Yup, that's what I came up with.  

"Right." He laughed again. 

I stuck my nose in the air and left the room hearing Bryson's laughter all the way to the bathroom.  

I felt like I hadn't showered in days, oh wait, I hadn't...ewwww. I jumped in quickly and started scrubbing myself hard. I couldn't believe Bryson slept so close to me, I probably smelt worse than a wet dog on a really hot day.  

As soon as I was scrubbed clean and smelling like a bed of roses I went to get out, but stopped short when I saw the water coming out pink and green. What the hell? I cupped my hands under the water and watched the colorful water pool, it was very pretty.  

"Arissa?" I asked out loud once my brain caught on to the only feasible explanation. 

"Yes?" she giggled.