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This was a weird feeling. My exterior body was pressed against something that was cooler than the surroundings, but the inside of it was so overwhelmingly warm that it woke me up. I squinted my eyes, trying to make sense of it. Then I felt cool, soft air being blown at the top of my head. What was that? And what was I lying on? Realization dawned on me. But it didn't stir me the way it should have. My eyes were supposed to widen, the sleepiness was supposed to evaporate in an instant. Fear should have coursed through me, or at least discomfort.
But his snores sounded like that of a sleeping kitten, so being afraid was out of question. My head was rested on his arm, one hand clung onto him, the other rest on his chest. His heart was beating steadily, almost in sync with mine. Comfort
