I watch the golden sunlight begin to peek over the horizon casting a warm glow on everything it touches, including Sylvia’s sleeping face as it rests on my shoulder.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this peaceful, this whole. The strangest part is that it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m getting married today. It’s because I’ve finally found a friend who can really relate to everything I’m going through. For the first time I don’t feel like a freak who is cursed to trek through the world alone.
“Syl,” I whisper, trying to wake her as gently as possible, “I should start getting ready.”
She blinks her eyes open and looks around in confusion for a second before she gets her bearings. She looks at me with a sleepy smile. “Right,” she says, “We’d better get going.”
We stand up
