I slept better that night than I had in a long time, managing to sleep until nearly noon on Sunday. When I woke, I automatically reached for the sheets beside me, only to be disappointed when I found them empty. I turned my head to the side to look around my room, seeing that everything had been exactly as I had left it and part of me started to wonder if I had just imagined last night.
Though, as I gathered my cereal for breakfast, then returned to my bed and flipped on the news, the images flooding the screen of my work told me it was real, all of it. My fingers brushed against my lips as memories of our kiss overwhelmed me and I couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto them. There was only one thing I knew for certain about this: I couldn’t want to kiss him again.
I spent a few h
