When I wake up, everything's a blur. I try to remember what happened, but my mind is exhausted. I shift myself back under the covers and fall back asleep. I wake up shortly after.
"How did I get here?" I ask myself.
"I found you in your closet, and you passed out. So I brought you here."
I look over to see Xavier sitting at my side. He moves himself across the bed, and beneath the covers, pulling me close. I nuzzle my head in his shoulder, comforted by his touch. I feel myself drifting off again. When I wake up, Xavier is still at my side holding me close.
"What happened?"
"That's what I would like to know." Xavier sighs.
"Are you ok?"
"I feel ok. Just tired."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I think to myself, do I really? Honestly no. But I know if I don't, it may happen again.
