203: Sweet Dreams

Closing my eyes, I hug the duvet closer and sink my cheek into the pillow. Finally I can let go, breathe in, breathe out. I can stop thinking. Forget the world.

My cheek feels warmer, and the pillow somehow more solid. There is a slight delay between the air passing through my lips and the sound of breathing out. Smell of cloves. I try to move my fingers, only to realise they are held by someone else's, and I open my eyes to see that I am lying on their chest.

A pair of eyes gaze back — making three of us — lying across from me on that same chest. How long had she been watching me sleep? I stare back into her infinite eyes, looking into the depths of those rings of chestnut, letting her gaze envelop me.

But then her eyes and their chest and their hand falls away, and I grasp desperately at their fingertips before the world spins and I am falling, falling into a deep, black void.

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Written by: Millie Bysh

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