LOST (PJM|READER)

Part II

D e d i c a t e d to: moansuga
('really thankful for the critic)

“ I love everything about him,  He's perfectly imperfect ”

Part II
" Who is He? "

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The morning light permeating the room through window blinds enterupted my sleep. Hot breeze started to touch my skin makin' me feel uncomfortable. I move my body leisurely feelin' every turn that I made. I Feel the soft morning smelled cotton covering my body, I touch the bed reaching something suddenly, I panicked.

This bed isn't feel the same. It's too big , too soft, and too fluffy. The scent of the perfume coming out everytime I move, seems new. Unfamiliar. It wasn't mine. I check the bed by simply running my hands on to it, with my eyes still close.

Again, I panicked. Slowly opening my eyes.
I see the sunshine peeping from the aperture of the ceiling making it looks amazing. I scratch my eyes making my vision much more clearer.

I cast it inside the whole room. I sit.
Everything seems expensive and  handsome. The wall were milky colored, with a small touch of grey helping it to look elegant. Pillows were black and white. A chocolate colored carpet on the floor, and such a beautiful paintings hanging on the wall. Then I realized,  I don't know where I am. Thinking what happened yesterday making my head hurts. Feels like I was hit by something.

I stand up hurriedly, I search for some slippers under the bed but there's none. Unluckily I accidentally hit the vase on the desk. Vase hitting the tiled floor literally makes a loud noise. I panicked not knowing I already stepped some pieces of the cracked vase. My feet started to bleed,  It hurts but I still run. Reaching the main door somebody appear suddenly.

I yelled,

"Ouch! "

Shock Indicted my feet on the floor. Making the pieces of the broken vase to enter my feet deeper.