Corbyn's Point of View
I woke up the next morning, a body on top of mine. I looked to see Michele on top of me. I moved her hair out of her face and carefully moved out from underneath her.
I picked her up and carried her to our room.
I walked down stairs and sat on the couch. I put my head in my hands, wondering what had happened in the eights months I was in a coma.
I went to the kitchen, hoping I still remembered how to cook.
As I was cooking, I could hear Michele walk downstairs. I could her feel her arms wrap around my waist. And I could feel her head on my back.
"It smells good," she said.
"I almost thought I forgot how to cook," I said.
"Well you didn't. What are you making," she asked.
"Pancakes," I said.
"Did you add the butter and eggs?"
"Damn it."
She just laughed.
"We'll see if they taste good," she said.
"I doubt it," I said.
She just laughed.
"I'm telling the truth," I said.
She continued to laugh. I joined in on her laughter.
I really was in love with girl.
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FanfictionWhen old friends reconnect a lot happens. Some are good... And some are sad and heartbreaking. Based on the Corbyn Besson Imagine, Space, written by me.
