I slept soundly, slipping away from my dream and finding myself in the realm between sleep and reality. I felt surrounded by clouds, tucked away under the covers of Lincoln's bed, his familiar and comforting scent wafting around me. I could stay here all day, just like I had yesterday.
A soft knocking on wood led my thoughts towards the door, and my eyes blinked open slowly, gradually letting my eyes adjust to the light. Without answering, the door opened wider, displaying a smile clad, sweatpants and t-shirt wearing Lincoln. A warm feeling rushed over me as he walked in, and I closed my eyes, smiling.
He chose a spot carefully and sat on the bed, sinking into the mattress, looking down at me. I stretched my arms above my head, trying not to let a squeak escape.
"Good morning," I whispered, finally opening my eyes up again. "Your bed is so comfy."
He grinned. "Are you gonna be able to leave it?"
"It'll be hard but... it can be arranged!"
He laughed softly, turning and looking out the window and the early shining sun. What time was it?
He turned around again, looking at me with a longing expression. "Come on, get dressed."
He sat up and began walking to the door. I couldn't stop my eyes from lingering, watching his back muscles move under the fabric of his shirt. I sat up, leaning back on my elbows. He turned and I looked frowning.
"Why, what's going on?" I asked curiously.
He simply smiled in return, closing the door with him on the other side.
Controversial to the alarming amount of black I wore, my favorite pair of jeans were actually a dusty blue pair, stolen from my mother herself. A vintage pair of Levi's that no matter what kind of price tag was on it, I could to for the life of me find a pair that fit quite as right as these ones did. They were perfect for the days your home host and male companion tell you to get dressed but don't tell you where you're going.
Still, not about to be discouraged and lose the mindset of actually liking the first outfit I picked out, I paired them with some sneakers and a black knit jumper with a high neck, of course.
I met with Lincoln in the kitchen, where he stood with his, of course, black jacket. He smiled when he saw me.
"Grab a coat," he said smirking.
"Where are we going?" I dared asking.
But as anticipated, he simply smiled. "You'll see."
We drove down and parked next to the railway station nearest to us. I frowned. Where could we possibly be going if we needed to train there?
Lincoln bought our tickets and we rushed down the steps upon spotting the train arriving at the station. Making it in a lick of time, hopping on just before the doors closed. I jumped in after, tumbling right into him. We laughed as he helped me back to my feet. He smiled down, holding my arms, making sure I was standing stably. But we both stumbled sideways when the car jolted to movement, and the laughter continued as we collectively tried to regain balance. It was like the coffee house, the first time we'd ever spoken, all over again, but this time it was both of us, and I didn't care who saw.
We managed to cop two stops seated by the window. I sat closely, just out if habit. He had an arm resting on across the back of the bench, looking forward. I caught view of the route map, seeing the direction we were headed. North, up towards the coast it appeared.
"What stop?" I turned and asked.
He finally faced me, one cheek pulling back into a small smile.
