Moana
Edrick looked so peaceful as he slept in the armchair. His dark hair was illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights coming in through the window, and even from where I was laying on the couch I could see his chest gently rising and falling.
But almost as soon as I woke up, he woke up, too.
He awoke with a start, his icy gray eyes opening immediately as though he had never been sleeping to begin with. It really felt as though the only thing keeping him asleep was the fact that I was asleep; as soon as I awoke, it was as if a spell was broken for him and he was wide awake once more.
Our eyes locked for a long moment as he came to his senses.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Edrick abruptly stood. “Since you seem well enough now, you
