Chapter 8
I woke up and looked around the room. I was in Michael's room. On his bed. I must've fallen asleep and he carried me up stairs....in his bed. I looked over at Michael who was sleeping. His chest moving up and down slowly. He snored a little. But it wasn't loud though. It really made me smile.
He looked so peaceful sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up so I just got out of bed. I tip toed quietly to the door and as soon as I got to the door a voice said: "Good morning." I turned around on the heel of my foot and smiled with my hands behind my back.
"Morning." I responded and walked back over to the bed and sat on it.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked getting out of the bed and walking in the bathroom.
"Yes, I haven't slept that good in years." I joked. Michael chuckled. "That's good." He said.
"How about you? Did you sleep well?" I asked. "I slept okay." He answered.
"Good to know." I said.
Michael shut the bathroom door. I heard the shower turn on.
I just sat on the bed and fiddled with my fingers. Michael's room was so big. It had all his belts and little nick nacks on a shelf. And then there were pictures of him and his family and different other people were on the wall.
His bed is HUGE and so soft. I could just lay on here forever.
I leaned back on the bed with my hands behind my head. Feels like heaven on earth.
Then I heard Michael singing in the shower. He was singing 'Heal The World'. That was one of my favorite songs that he has ever made. Even though I love them all.
"There Are Ways to Get There. If You Care Enough For The Living Make A Little Space, Make A Better Place. Heal the world.." He sung. His voice was so beautiful and soothing. I creeped over to the bathroom door, just to listen.
I closed my eyes, smiled and hummed along and swayed side to side.
Then the door opened and I fell to the floor. I got up and dusted myself off.
And there stood Michael with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Only a towel.
His damp curls glued to his neck.
My mouth was in the gape position.
"I'm sorry, I should have left." I say flustered.
I turn away. Michael chuckles lowly. "It's okay." He says.
The fact that he's not embarrassed, not one bit, surprises me. "Your not?" I question still facing the other way.
"No, I'm not. And you can turn around." He chuckles, turning me around to face him.
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