DAPHNE
The morning sun spills gently into the room, bathing everything in a warm, golden hue. I stir beneath the covers, eyes fluttering half open as I let out a soft yawn, my limbs stretching instinctively. For a moment, there is peace. I slept well, maybe too well.
Then it hits me. Last night, I was supposed to be watching Ezekiel fall asleep.
My heart skips. I shoot upright, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and glance around in a panic. This isn't my room. The sheets are unfamiliar, the space too dark and sleek to belong to me.
I look to my side. Ezekiel is there, still asleep, still as stone, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm.
I slept. On his bed. With him still in it.
My gaze lingers on Ezekiel's sleeping form far longer than it should.
Is he really asleep?
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