I can smell the sweet aroma of fresh pancakes before my brain even registers that I'm awake. I roll over in the oversized bed, a warm comforter still wrapped around me. My brain struggles to come into consciousness as the softness of the sheets keeps me comfortable in my dozing.
Then all of a sudden, everything hits me: Eileen, the bed, the blood sucking, the date, her hands…
My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light bleeding in through the curtains of her room. I can faintly hear rustling in the nearby kitchen, which is probably where Eileen is. I silently rub the place beside me in bed, still able to smell the faint scent of lavender on her sheets.
God, what a night. My body's still a bit worn out, but with a good long stretch, I can feel just how good I'm actually doing this morn
