I don't want to... I refuse to... I objected to myself waking up. This comfort was like a cradle swaying in spring as a cool and warm breeze caresses my skin. Lulling me to sleep and yes, I doze off.
"Ange... wake up." A warm voice lulling me to wake up had the reverse effect, I groaned, burying myself into the softness on the ground beneath me and submitting to it.
A warm and wet touch lingered on my forehead, my nose, my cheek, and then... I waited and waited for the taste on my lips but it didn't come. Disappointed, I doze off again.
Feeling sore, I turned and turned then forced open my eyelids to the light shining through the parted curtains.
Gently, my gaze sauntered across the wide room where long silver curtains hung from ceilings to the floor, a set of couch with a table was pl
