lost; ethma

one

song:
maybe- ricewine
(put on repeat)

emma

i really have an appreciation for comfortable bedsheets. they have to be just right for me to be able to sleep in them. soft, not scratchy. i just love when they feel cool when you first get in them. it's soothing. i hate hot sheets.

my sheets are fine, up to par for my standards. but my absolute favorite bedsheets in the world come from grayson's room.

they're absolutely perfect. i discovered that grayson was just as much of a sheet snob when i starting dating him. sheet snob, i don't think there are many of those around.

but i now understand that it isn't just about the bedsheets in grayson's room. i love to be around him in general. i feel safe and protected from all the evils in the world when i'm in his bed.

he's my safe place, i guess you could say.

cheesy.

this morning, it feels just like home when i wake up next to him. it pretty much is, i sleep here almost every night.

grayson and i have been dating since our sophomore year of high school. i was 15, he was 16. that means we've been dating a total of 5 years.

time flies, right?

i know it seems like a lot, but it doesn't feel like it for us. we're both juniors in college. he's studying to go to law school, and i have a major in business. i'm not exactly sure what i want to be when i grow up.

though i am a grown up.

i roll out of grayson's bed, my feet hitting the floor with a quiet thud. i am careful not to wake him because i know he was up late studying last night. i can tell he's in a deep sleep because of his scattered snores. i find them cute.

grayson has always been more invested in school than me. he was a straight a student and graduated high school with a 4.4 gpa. i barely made it out with a 3.2, which is fine by me.

i make my way to the bathroom and grab a towel. i turn on the knob for the shower, waiting for it to heat up to my liking.

i like routine things. it's just more relaxing when everything is always the same. i always sleep on the left side of the bed, i brush my teeth for exactly 100 seconds everytime, and my shower is always at the exact same temperature without fail. so is my thermostat.

that also correlates to how i hate change.

grayson doesn't mind my tidiness either. it keeps both his and my apartments in order. he calls me cute for it.

i take off my shirt and black panties from last night. my nighttime attire is nothing special for grayson, he's already seen everything anyway. once i let my hair down from the low ponytail it was in last night, i hop in to take a quick shower before my classes.

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let's just say my shower wasn't as quick as i planned. grayson woke up and decided to join me, and, well i'll let you use your imagination for that.

i rummage through my drawer full of clothes i keep at grayson's to try and find and appropriate outfit for class.

it ends up being navy plaid pants with a white cropped tee. i don't care much about my appearance these days. plus i'm already late.

i throw my hair into a signature high ponytail and give grayson a quick kiss before i head out. i probably won't see him until tonight.