The Monster Under my Bed

ānidi

Thursday, March 10, 20XX
11:11 pm uwu

I groan. I had been at this essay for a long time now, and I just can't get this one paragraph right.

I stand up and shuffle my way over to where Damien is sitting and tuning his guitar. I crawl across the bed and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

"C'mere," he murmurs, taking off his guitar strap. He shifts so that he's facing me and wraps his big arms around me, encircling me in his warmth and smell. He smells like candle smoke and forbidden places, and yet I find myself feeling safe in his arms.

"Can we just stay like this for a little while?" I mutter, moving so that I'm settled in his lap.

I feel his heart hammering in his chest before he says, "Sure princess."