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I had a feeling the sun was up a long time ago when my sleep was briefly disturbed due to sudden light poking my delicate eyes. Somewhere among the tall, crowded trees, birds made their calls, indicating the advent of morning. Refreshing sounds came from the waves crashing on the beach shore below. But I was in no mood to get up anytime soon. It was like the cells inside my body had died for function. I was in a mid-sleep state, where you know you are close to waking up, yet you're almost drunk with slumber.
Deep down, I knew sleeping peacefully wasn't a favorable scenario for me. My heavy slumber couldn't help me notice when the door to my room was bashed open and someone with a heavy voice allowed himself in.
"Damn, you've become a grandma, Greene," the voice said. My sleep had filtered it to become muffled.
All of a sudden, my eyes felt a jab of excessive white light to the point where all I could see was bright red beneath them. I had to scrunch my lids as a groan escaped my soul. My cells took their cue and I felt as if they were awakening one after the other.
"Leave me alone," I murmured, tossing on the bed.
"Do you even know what time it is?!" he screeched. "And you were the first one to sleep!" I could feel the disgust in his voice but my senses were not that sharp to decipher exactly who he was. But it was definitely someone familiar. A gush of chill wind poured in, making me pull the comforters over my head harshly.
Reflex kicked in and I groaned loudly. "Chris, I'll kill you!" I murmured in sleep.
There seemed to be a moment of sheer silence in the room like time had stopped. And during it, I found myself quietly being much more awake than I was a second before. Everything dawned on me so quick, it felt like a rush of heat flooded on me and my eyes popped open. My breathing almost stopped as I came to remember what pitfalls old habits could push you into. One of my hands latched onto my mouth.
I cried mentally, not making an effort to move the comforter out of my face. I felt too embarrassed to face the person after my unfortunate slip-of-tongue. I had definitely forgotten where I was. And that the bed I slept in wasn't actually mine. Pathetically, now I accurately sensed who had barged into my room so boldly.
His footsteps filled the silence in the room and I prepared for what was to come.
"I know you're up, grandma." His voice sounded just above my head and beside the bed. I didn't move an inch, pretending to still be asleep. A pressure dug a spot on the bed when he comfortably situated himself on it.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear anything if you woke up right now."
I sighed and sat up, the sheets falling in front of me like a puddle. The smirking face of Beck Anderson greeted my somber one and I mentally slapped myself for giving in to his negotiation.
"So. . . who's Chris?" he said suggestively, making me roll my eyes. I knew he didn't mean what he promised. When did he ever?
"Max Greene has a boyfriend that I'm not aware of?!" he mocked, and put a hand on his chest to display hurt. Then his humor-filled eyes widened and he gasped. "Or perhaps a husband?!"
