Krystalina ~
I love this bed
I don't think I have slept this well in a long time. Maybe it is because of this mattress, which feels like clouds and cotton balls—soft and very, very plush.
I rolled, feeling the warm satin sheets caressing my skin, sunrays peeking through the curtains. I don’t ever want to get up from this bed.
For, the two years I was with Morgan, I spent the nights crying on his stupid hard mattress. He somehow always made sure that I cried myself to sleep.
But this warm bed was all I needed.
I lazily sat straight on the bed, stretching my muscles, smiling to myself at the warm, fuzzy feeling I was having inside.
My gaze roamed around the big room, and my sleepy eyes slowly started to widen in shock. As now I was free, I let my eyes wander around his room.
The wall
