The first few light rays that were touching my eyelids made me open my eyes. Birds were starting to sing, it had to be only around four or five in the morning. I was stirring a bit. I realized that I was sleeping on someone’s lap. I looked up. I couldn’t see properly yet, as my eyes were still swollen, but I could identify a tiny smile.
“Morning, beauty,” Gabriel’s voice sent a light fuzzy feeling through my whole body and made me feel warm at my heart.
“Did you even sleep?” I asked. My morning croaky voice sounded awful. I sounded like a 70-year-old grandma, who had been shouting during a whole rock concert yesterday. He stroked my cheek.
“I had a great view of the whole night. How could I sleep?” He asked and held my hand.
“You can’t be serious now. How does a sleeping drooling perso
