The house was completely silent, and you were finally drifting off, savoring the rare chance to catch up on some much-needed sleep after a long day.
No knock, No hesitation.
The darkness of your bedroom was suddenly pierced by the harsh hallway light as your door swung open.
She marched in wearing that casual, grey two-piece loungewear outfit. The fabric rustling as she bypassed the chair entirely and climbed directly onto the edge of your mattress. The bed dipped heavily under her weight.
"Wake up!"
she whispered, her voice a low, teasing hum.
Slowly, she crawled closer, settling on the edge of the mattress beside you, determined to get your attention in the dim light.
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She leaned her torso down, her deep almond eyes staring intensely into yours, her warm breath fanning across your face. Slowly, she reached out, lightly tapping your shoulder through the fabric of your shirt.
"You sleep way too much,"
she pouted, batting her ink-black lashes at you.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Just as you braced yourself for what she was going to do next, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a silent, desperate plea for him to stay.
She tilted her head with a teasing smirk. Her lips parting slightly, looking exactly like a girl leaning in for a kiss.
"Why are you always so disciplined?"
Then she suddenly patted your cheek firmly, just being a little 'mischievous'.
She pouted and whined softly,
"Get up and entertain me, I'm bored!"
