I laid on the bed with George wrapping his arms around my midsection. We overslept ourselves because the time I stirred up to look at the clock it read 6:39 a.m. I used my elbow to rough handle George’s rib cage making him wake up with agility.
“Calm down George it is just me”. I said putting my hand delicately on his chest.
Arranging himself in a sitting position, he yawned using the back of his hand to cover his mouth.
“Good morning Anna, hope you had a good night's rest”, George questioned looking at me with a smirk pasted on his face. The look on his face telling me about everything that needed not to be voiced out.
“Good morning George, and I had a good sleep just because that it was filled with horrible nightmares”. I confessed poking my lips to the side.
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