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⠀⠀⠀He kissed my forehead, "It's alright now..." His blue eyes stared into mine, "I promise." When he left to go 'make a phone call', as he said, and I sat myself down in the fancy couch. And tried to pretend that I couldn't hear the lingering

 h o w l   o n   t h e   w i n d .

⠀⠀⠀I open my eyes suddenly and my gaze meets a sheer white ceiling. I know I am laying in something soft, adn my first thoughts are of the fancy white couch that I collapsed in last night.

⠀⠀⠀Last night? What-- why...

⠀⠀⠀I groan and feel my muscles scream at me, so I remained in the fluffy soft place I was cureently resting in. My eyes felt like they were put through a dryer that was set on full-cycle-- like yeah, cause who needs gentle cycle...

⠀⠀⠀Closing them, I try to scrub away the grogginess that made my mind feel like pudding and wet cotton. There was nothing that worked, but the darkness was a welcome difference from static dreamless sleep.

⠀⠀⠀That is, until something peeked at me in the darkness of my eye-lids. I flet my throat tighten as I saw the two glowing dots or amber stare at me. They started to blink and then I heard it speak in the watery darkness: "H e - l l o ..."

⠀⠀⠀The voice was like a freakin female Cheshire Cat that was high on meth.

⠀⠀⠀It gave me chills and I tried to move away, to bat it away... But the glowing eyes grow as they get closer. And closer. And closer... My mouth froze into a scream as it looks at me and growls, "Wake up... wake up... W a k e   u p ! "

⠀⠀⠀I wake up with a gasp and my heart feels like it struggled to begin beating again. Ignoring the pain, I roll over to my side, but I feel a hand on my abdomen.

⠀⠀⠀Looking down I see that I am in a pretty cool bed, the sheets are so soft and fluffy to the touch, that I was surprised that it was a sort of boring color like grey. I lift them up and peek underneath to see a large hand lazily strewn across my tummy.

⠀⠀⠀Who is this...?

⠀⠀⠀Because I'm not really someone you'd want to share a bed with-- I sleep like a bear by the way-- I was first of all, surprised that someone would actually sleep with me, and lastly, that someone this BIG would sleep in the same bed.

⠀⠀⠀Messy black hair first catches my eye and then I turn fully around in the bed to see that it was Mr. Clarke!

⠀⠀⠀I stared at the man, his face stitched up cleanly so I could barely see the slice in his forehead until I brushed some of his bangs aside. His eyes flittered and I held my breath.

⠀⠀⠀He looked too peacefull... I wouldn't want to wake him up...

⠀⠀⠀His pink lips twitched with half whispered, half mumbled words, and I wondered what he was dreaming about. The way his eyes were rapidly moving underneath the lids, I guessed that he was in R.E.M. Sleep-- a scientific word for really really really deep ass slumber.

⠀⠀⠀Suddenly his grip on my waist tightens and I gasp loudly enough for him to register. Blue eyes fly open, and I see that they are slightly blood-shot. "Woah, woah...!" I place my hands on his surprisingly wide chest and look up at him before he catches me staring, "I-it's alright..." I said.

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