Dušica’s P.O.V.
It’s early. Really early in the morning. I am snuggled close to Sam under the covers. We are at my place. By her rapid breathing, I think she isn’t sleeping but I am so tired to open my eyes.
Her arms are around me and my head on her chest. She kissed the top of my head and I smiled against her skin, snuggling even closer to her if it was possible. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn’t. After a few times of trying, I finally managed to peek.
She was playing with my hair, staring in the ceiling or better said mirror on the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked and closed my eyes.
“It’s almost Christmas,” she said out of blue and I hummed in response.
She turned on her side so she could face me and I sighed. No more sleeping. I peeked a little and she smiled.
