Break

Chapter Eleven

As we change into our pajamas, she turns to look over at me.

"You're comfortable with sharing a bed, right?"

"Yeah. Not a problem for me at all."

"Okay, just making sure," she grins and stretches her arms above her head.

She is wearing a bright pink camisole and black sweatpants. The camisole is surprisingly bright compared to what she usually wears, and extremely low-cut.

We crawl underneath the thick black sheets on her bed. She reaches up and flips her lights off. The room is very dark, illuminated only by the light of the moon shining through the window.

Even in the moonlight, her hair seems to glow. How is it always so bright? A part of me wants to reach out and touch it, just to see if it's as soft as it looks. Another part of me knows that that would probably freak Alice out. I reach towards her anyway. 

Her hair is softer than I ever imagined it could be. The strands glide over my fingers like silk.

"Fascinated by my hair?"

I let go of the hair I had grabbed. 

"Sorry," I mumble, "it just looks so soft."

She laughs, "I don't mind at all. It is pretty soft. Guess I'm just lucky."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Alice turns away from me and curls up. In a matter of minutes, her breathing slows down and I know that she is asleep.