When I woke up the next morning, I noticed three things:
1. I had just been sleeping.
2. I was in my hotel room
3. I wasn't in the hotel room when I fell asleep.
I sat up watching the dim sunrays that streaked through the curtains. They weren't very powerful, so it must be early. I check the clock on the nightstand, and sure enough, it was only 6:57 AM. I rubbed my eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. Michael and I were walking on the pier. The sunset. The stars. The wish. I was tired. "You can sleep" he told me, and I did.
But there was something else. At least I think there was. Michael said something. I asked him a question. What did he say? I groaned. I couldn't remember. I must have been too out of it. It was so quiet, too.
That was another thing. I got up and walked towards the bathroom, thinking about how quiet my head had been last night. Even now, in the early hours of the day, there was still the buzz of thoughts, but last night? Total silence. I didn't even have to try last night to dull the millions of thoughts. I hadn't had such a mental environment since before the...incident.
I splashed water on my face, waking me up even more. I grabbed a towel and wiped away whatever make-up I had left from last night. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. I never thought I had a particularly pretty face. Or a particularly pretty anything, really. I was average. Light brown hair, olive skin, a few freckles from the sun, and almond shaped eyes. I wasn't very tall, and I wasn't all that thin either. The only things that stood out were my amber eyes, the sun streaks in my hair, and the blue dye. But they stood out in a way that wasn't necessarily complementing. The blue dye wasn't bad, but the light of my eyes and some locks of my hair just didn't fit, right. It made me feel like I was a patchwork human.
Sighing, I went back into the main room and looked for my make-up bag and a change of clothes, since I was still in what I was wearing last night. Including Michael's jacket. Once I was back in the bathroom, I unzipped the jacket, taking it off, and then folding it nicely and setting it on the countertop. Then I remembered one more thing that I had only skimmed over. How did I end up here? In my hotel room, I mean. I fell asleep on the pier. My mouth fell open as I realized what must have happened. I grabbed my phone and sent Michael a text.
How the hell did you carry me back to my hotel? And thank you.
I felt the familiar surge of gratitude and warmth for Michael I felt yesterday in the car with Dylan. I grabbed his jacket and held it tightly to my chest, inhaling his familiar scent. I looked down at the jacket and noticed that it wasn't just his scent that was familiar. This was the jacket he gave me when I got drunk at his first gig.
My phone buzzed and the screen lit up. I set the jacket down again and picked up the phone, seeing I had a text from Michael.
Oh shut up Lana.
Shaking my head, I responded.
Freedom of speech, bitch. And I'm gonna keep the jacket.
I changed out of my jeans and into shorts, exchanging my T-shirt for an All Time Low muscle tank top with the low cut arm holes. I peeked out the bathroom door, looking through the window. It looked kind of cold so I shrugged on Michael's jacket before working on my make-up. When I finished, I got another text from Michael.
But I like that one. And you woke me up, so now you have to take me out to breakfast.
I didn't have a problem with that. I was just gonna walk around downtown alone probably, so I agreed.
