The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to iden...
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The chirping of birds outside my window was the first thing I heard when I opened my eyes with the sunrays hitting my face. Instinctively, I looked on the left side of the bed and noticed it was empty. I caught a glimpse of the digital clock on Michael's nightstand, and noticed it was seven in the morning. I didn't remember going to bed the night prior, meaning he brought me here without me being aware of it. The last thing I remembered was being in the library with Michael, answering his questions and giving him my old diaries for him to read them.
At first, he was hesitant, thinking it was intrusive of him to read such a personal thing. Little by little, as I encouraged him to so that he would find some answers to his questions in them, he became less reluctant at the idea of digging into them. I had a whole box of them, as I had been writing my deepest thoughts in those journals for over a decade. I never thought that, someday, I would allow anybody to read the words I scribbled down over the years. However, I trusted Michael with my deepest secrets, and I wanted him to understand my ability better, to even know me better.
I slid my legs out of bed and brushed my hands on my tired face. I felt exhausted, but I had a long day ahead of me, as I needed to get everything ready for Faraji's birthday party the next day. I wanted everything to be perfect, as it was the first birthday I got to spend with him, since I was in the hospital for his previous one.
I put my hair in a high ponytail, and left the bedroom to get a cup of coffee in the kitchen. On my way there, I noticed some light coming from inside the library, meaning Michael was still in there. I didn't come in, but headed to the kitchen to get myself some coffee, and get my fiancé some breakfast. Gloria greeted me with a bright smile and told me to get comfortable while she took care of everything. I kindly told her that I would rather have breakfast with Michael in the library, and she put everything on a tray for me, which I found very sweet.
Careful not to drop anything, I walked to the library and opened the door with my elbow. As I figured he would, Michael was lying on the couch, holding one of my diaries in his hands. He was so focused on it that he didn't even hear me come in. That was Michael for you. When he was focused on something, he would forget about the entire world around him.
"Room service," I announced softly, closing the door with my foot.
"Hey," he finally greeted me, sitting up. "You're up already? Are you alright?"
"Yes, it was just a short night," I answered, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of him. I sat down next to him, and noticed the many diaries scattered all over the floor. "Did you catch some sleep at all?"
