THE MORNING came easily without me knowing. I had a dreamless sleep where I floated in the dark without any worries. There, I did not have to think. To fight a feeling that was almost forced upon me. So sudden. So forbidden. I woke up with my heart losing weight.
Icarus was here.
I could feel him.
Sitting up, I spotted him sitting against one corner. The light from the sun did not quite catch him. He looked almost ethereal like that.
Icarus leaned forward. His face came out of the shadows. “Good morning.”
I was still riding the surprise that he was there. I did not answer. The morning birds cooed. It added a soft touch to his glow. How could someone be this beautiful?
“Good sleep?”
“Decent.” I croaked.
“Hungry?”
“Not yet.”
Silence.
“Do you hate me?” he asked again.
“I have no
