Luna In the morning I groan, stretching my body in Tlou’s enormous bed as I slowly wake up from the best sleep of my life. My eyes drift to where Tlou had slept last night, but he us not there. It would have been nice if he was there. I loved sleeping next to him, feeling his solid and warm body bracketing my body – fitting perfectly to mine as though he is made for me. I stretch again lifting my arms above my head having no care in the world, feeling so comfortable there it was weird. I bite my bottom lip at that thought. Tlou and I went from meeting and sleeping in the same bed in less than a week. That is so unlike me. I am not a very trusting to person. I went through my whole teenage years without staying out at night past eight. And I was living alone by age 16. But wi