I was a little scared to turn my back and find out who I would be facing if I tried to run away. When the last of the footsteps stopped on the stairs, I could feel them walking up towards the back of the couch. Their warmth was just like her’s and their presence was even more suffocating. Though it felt like if they came any closer I would stop breathing, it was the sort of stuffy that made it easy to fall asleep. If it was anymore, it would be uncomfortable and too hot.
This whole ‘getting used to things that should be unlikable’ was worrying me. It was becoming quite a pattern for me to just roll with the hands I was dealt without ever thinking about how I actually felt.
Though I didn’t want to think too much about that because I just might like it a lot more than I should.
Confusing
