I thought I'd have no trouble falling asleep that night, even though I'd cried out of fear in the movie theater.
I had good thoughts overpowering the fearful ones as I laid in bed.
I laid there reliving the moment he put his arm around me, the gentle pressure on my shoulders pushing some stress and fear out of me. I relive hiding my face in his chest, breathing deeply and allowing his scent to overwhelm my senses.
But it didn't work. I still called him in a terror about the movie, unable to relax enough to even close my eyes. His low voice was an immediate comfort.
He talked until I fell asleep.
And fell in love.
And now I never sleep.
Now I despise him.
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