It was dark everywhere when I woke up to someone wriggling in their place, really close to me. My chest was firmly touching their back.

Strange, I don't recall inviting anyone over, let alone sleeping with them. Or maybe I don't because it's the middle of the night and I'm barely awake, either way I just couldn't care less right now.

Somehow, the position I've been sleeping in with this mysterious someone was incredibly comfortable. I'd say that perfect even. I could feel great warmth radiating from them and the sweet, perfume scent playing around my nostrils. It's familiar, but I can't really put a finger on it. But, oh, it's so addicting and pretty.

Suddenly, my hand resting around their waist was squeezed by some other one, smaller and delicate. It made me scoot even closer and earn a satisfied sigh from the person.

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I woke up, this time to daylight blasting through the windows. Goddamn, I forgot to close blinds yesterday. I instantly felt my left arm being completely numb, so I naturally tried to move it, but I only heard a quiet, yet annoyed groan in response. My eyes snapped open as I looked over the curled up figure right beside me.

I noticed we are.. spooning? Jesus Christ, how did this happen? Oh, right, we got stoned last night, and then- Yeah, I get it now. My heartbeat fastened for some reason.

A smile automatically crept onto my lips. Yesterday I felt nothing but happy, and all because of her. Every time I'm around her I just feel lot more better than normally, like she's some kind of fairy of wellness, spreading it around.

She never pushes me to talk about my past or emotions, but it's more like she understands the chaos in my head. Like she also has her own to deal with, and I think that's what makes us so similar.

She's just simply there. And I'm horribly, on the verge of even painfully, enjoying it. It's so sort of liberating for me to be around her.

Though I must admit she's caught me off guard when saying she's never smoked. I mean, I know not everyone does that but she already took Molly once, plus she's smoking cigarettes, so I thought she has already done that too. But I'm happy she trusted me enough to finally do it.

I'm glad El's still sleeping. She actually looks like in sleep of her life, so I don't have to worry about that. I have time to prepare the thing I've been planning for some time now. I hope she likes it. And I hope she doesn't suspect anything. Otherwise the whole thing is just truly doomed.

I carefully pulled my left arm from under her head, replacing it softly with a pillow. Fortunately, she just frowned and made herself more comfortable, (on an actual thing to sleep on) rather than waking up. She also mumbled something non-understandable, her eyes closed.

Probably some curses, like she did back then when I wanted to take my jacket off of her. I stopped the urge to chuckle, leaving it on a wide grin, and slowly sit up.

She sighed again, this time unpleasantly, when I slid my hand off her stomach.

I stood up, brushing past the brick wall between these huge windows, and made my way towards the bathroom. I looked once again at how sun bathed El's mess of black hair and a bit of exposed skin of her neck. I know I sound like a creep, but it was such a beautiful sight.

I found myself just standing there and daydreaming. I shook my head to stop the weird trance I got into, and sighed. I can't keep doing that.

I wonder why she makes me feel so many things.

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