I yawned as I rolled over and I groaned, smashing my face into the pillow. The sheets were soft and clean-smelling and...totally not my bed. My still half-asleep brain was confused as I lifted my head up and squinted against the sunlight pouring in through the large window.
Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I spotted the seagull sitting on the windowsill chirping. That must have been the one who woke me up.
I turned my head to the other side and I immediately smiled at the boy sleeping next to me. He was lying on his side facing me, his mouth slightly opened as he made a quiet whistle sound each time he exhaled. His arm was outstretched in my direction, and I realized he must have had his arm over me until I rolled over.
His normally styled hair was lying flat on his forehead
