You woke up all huddled against the other body in the bed.
No nightmares, no dreams. Just a long peaceful sleep. It was almost unbelievable.
Stretching your limbs, you gained some distance from your bedmate.
Perona seemed to be calm as well, still asleep under the sheet.
“She truly is beautiful” you thought, watching her perfect diaphanous skin and the long pink locks falling over her face.
Maybe feeling your eyes on her, the girl started to wake up.
She was a stranger, and you were not the kind of person who cares about stranger, not after all that happened to you. Trust was an issue.
«Good morning.» you whispered, rubbing your eye.
She looked confused for a moment, then the night before came back to her mind.
«Good morning. Did we sleep a lot?»
You pointed at your phone, on the night stand on her side on the bed and she reached for it.
Perona handed it to you. It was 11 am.