Apr 24, 2009 15:30
Dawn was her favorite time of the day, when everything was fresh and full of potential, and any problems she might have were still hazy. She'd need to get up in a few minutes, to ring the morning bell, and then -
She frowned, a faint line creasing her brow. Maybe she was just imagining things, but her pillow felt... strange, somehow.
touchy-feely virus,
rl,
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And the was too warm, more than he was used to. He opened his eyes, already reaching for his glasses on the night stand. Before he could find the them he noticed the blurry figure lying next to him and he froze.
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