▪︎ The Familiar Stranger ▪︎
I wake up from the nightmare.
I sit still in bed, frozen. Holding my breath. Hugging my knees. Head buried in my hands.
Miles turns on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly. I would hate for him to see me in such a state. Shaken up but frozen. Not able to say a single word.
I take a deep breathe in a struggle to collect myself. I crawl out of bed slowly and quietly and lock myself up in the washrooms. When I step out, Miles is already out of bed, stretching and yawning.
He groans after drawing the curtains.
"Can this weather give us a break? It's been freezing the whole month!"
"Atleast we don't have a class today," I smile. "That means we don't have to go outside. We can stay in bed all day."
"Or stay in the kitchen all day."
"The kitchen?"
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