I dreamt about Stephen and his strong hands playing guitar and caressing my face. His soulful smile and delicious smell. I jerk in fright when I see a tall figure sitting on my desk chair. His hair is floppy on his forehead. Stephen. His eyes are closed and his face gently rests in the palm of his hand.
“What’re you doing.” I ask, remembering rushing away from him and my face turns red. He opens his eyes and lifts his shoulders. “How did you come in?” I change my question.
“Well there’s a key under the doormat.” he says with an obvious tone and I remember my dad’s agreement on where to put a key, if someone isn’t home.
“Oh.” I say and rub the sleep from my eyes. I stretch my arms high in the air and climb out of my bed.
“I brought you food.” he says and takes a burger king paper bag
