"morning, baby"

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i wake up to the smell of perfume and bacon. i'm cordelia's bed in my underwear and a shirt im guessing is hers.

i rub my eyes with the back of my hand. there is black writing on it. it reads, 'come downstairs -cordelia'

has she ever heard of paper?

i put on my pants from last night, which was on the bed frame post. I put on a sweater to hide my neck from her mother and head downstairs.

cordelia is sitting on the white marble counter, she was eating a piece of bacon as her eyes followed her mom's every movement. finally her eyes moved passed the door way where I was standing. awkwardly pulling on the collar of my sweater.

"misty!"

both her mom and dad jumped and turned their eyes on me.

cordelia now had her hands wrapped around my waist. I didn't hug back. I was frozen. her dad was staring at us. a thousand thoughts went through my mind. was is about last night?

"morning, baby" cordelia whispered.

I was watching TV while doing this don't shh shut up

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