It was starting to get late, but I didn’t really feel comfortable with him being in the house. Well, not that word actually. The problem is that I am way too comfortable with him being inside the house, but I’m bothered. I’m also restless and paranoid but I decide that the perfect word is bothered.
Even as I stand beside Yume as I tuck him in to our bed while waiting for Sana to finish showering, my mind is still bothered about him. I don’t know why he has come to bother me so much especially when I just met him today—wait, probably it’s because I just met him today. He’s a stranger sleeping in the same house which is bound to make me feel agitated and unsure of him being here.
Right, that’s a good enough excuse for myself.
I grab a pillow from beside Yume and groan in it. What on ear
