Light penetrated through my closed lids, painting the sealed world a deep, flushed red. My eyes flickered open slowly as my back curved into a cat-like stretch, my arms lifting above my head.
I felt like I'd just woken up from a 1000-year long sleep, my eyes light instead of swollen shut, my body feeling full of energy instead of full of bricks.
I lifted slowly, running a hand through my knotted hair. I stifled a yawn as I looked down at myself. I never usually slept in my underwear; I had a whole armies worth of Pyjamas. My legs were twisted in the sheets, which were strangely doubled up and piled higher.
There was a strange itch at the back of my mind like... like I'd forgotten something. But all I could think about in that minute was the warmth surrounding the bed, the light twisting it's way through the thin curtains over my wall, the lines of light like rays of a road. I turned my head to look at the bedside-clock, and then saw the fresh, hot coffee on the table. With the sight, the smell, rich and strong hit me and I wondered how I hadn't smelt it before.
But it was like a switch. With the delightful smell, came a quick, painful memory. Levi. It came back like a stack of photographs, one by one flipping over to the next, flashing in my mind like a curling headache, pulling on the images wanting to hide far back. I lifted my hands to my head, pressing my palms into the front of my forehead and closing my eyes tightly.
I'd made a fool out of myself. I knew it. I should have never called Levi, I should have just drove that stupid car. I'd begged him to help me, made myself look pathetic in front of the one person I actually cared about what they thought of me. Then, to top it off, I made him lay with me. He'd clearly fled early this morning to avoid having to talk to me.
Good for him, I thought. At least he's made the right decision for me.
I pulled the blanket up over my bent knees and to my face, groaning into the soft sheets. I was mortified. What's more, I thought, last night, I had decided something within myself- how I felt about Levi, but now... This is the exact problem I have with commitments, they just go without a word.
I pushed the covers off my body, standing up. I shifted around the bedroom, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, before making my way out into the living room.
"You're awake." My head snapped up at the sound of Levi's voice. He was sitting at the counter, turned on his stool so that he was facing me. I must have had my mouth hanging open, because there was a sliver of a grin on Levi's behalf, but before it could grow, it fell into the shadows again. His hair was ruffled, pointing upwards and out, and his black shirt was creased.
"You're here." I said, gripping the bottom of my t-shirt. He'd stayed... He hadn't- wow, now I felt even more stupid.
"Of course." He said. I noticed the way his jaw moved, grinding his teeth in that was only people who are biting their tongue do. His hands were clenched into tight fists, leaning on his thighs.
"Listen..." I began, taking a seat on the sofa's arm. I swivelled around to face him. "I'm really, really sorry about last night. I shouldn't have called and-"
"Stop apologising, sweetheart. I told you, you don't ever need to apologise for something like this. You need me, I'm there." The words were meant to be kind, reassuring, but his voice was clipped- it took away all the softness sincerity in his voice.
I didn't want to confront him about it, though. So instead, I stood from the couch and made my way around to the other side of the counter, not making any eye contact with him. The large windows looking out over the city were open, the thin curtains pulled back to show the buildings and the sky in all its clarity.
