When She Was Put Back Together Again

Chapter 8

I woke up the next morning, oddly cold and lonely. I looked around the room, and made the obvious conclusion that Andrew had gone back to his cabin. I pouted, not being used to being in a cabin by myself. I turned to my side, and heard a light crinkle of paper. Curious, I looked under my elbow, and to my suprise, I saw a folded paper.

I sat up, unfolded the paper, and didn't recognize the handwriting at first. The note read:

Dear Brook,
After I had seen that you had finally dozed off, I had thought about leaving. But I had seen the much deserved state of peace you were in, so I very carefully, tucked you in, wrote this note, and left. I felt bad about leaving, but I had to get back to my cabin so that rumors didn't fly. Anyway, can you meet me at cabin five's porch after luch? If you can't, that's okay.
Hope you slept well,
Andrew

With a brief yawn, I looked at the clock. It was 9:45, which meant that I had missed breakfast, but lunch was at noon, so at least I had that to look forward to. Today was Saturday, and even if it wasnt, classes had ended a week ago, since winter break had started. I smiled to myself, and put the letter on the small bedside table next to me.

I closed my eyes, and sighed. Just for a minute, I imagined what it would be like. What it would be like with my head on Andrew's chest, with his arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm in these cold winter months. How it would feel for my back to be pressed up against his chest, and feeling his breathing slow, as he finally falls asleep, protecting me, and feeling content with me, wrapped in his arms.

Waking up next to him, wrapped in his warm embrace. Knowing that someone would always have my back. I shook out my head, wondering why I was having these thoughts. Ugh. I know what this is, and if it is what I think it is, I'm screwed.