I woke the following morning on the living room couch, propped up by several cushions and decorative pillows that clearly had never been used in this manner due to the fluffiness that they still contained.
The sky was open and a piercing shade of blue that grew brighter the longer I stared. I lifted my head gently, holding myself up on my hand, and heard a soft snoring noise coming from beside me. I turned my head, still groggy from the night before, and notice Tyler sleeping soundly sitting upright with my pillows propped against his thigh.
I have always thought Tyler was some otherworldly being—the way his hair swept to the side naturally, and how his style was always on point, even when he wasn't trying to be. But when I rubbed my eyes awake, I saw him for reasons that weren't so su
