MADELINE'S POV
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I haven't believed in comfortable sleep for at least ten years since my parents got me the new bed. It was hard, and uncomfortable, but as I wake up, sunken into the magic of this couch, I didn't dare to open my eyes. With every twist and turn, it feels like I'm on a cloud that shapes to my body. I thought the couch would be less comfortable when I laid down on it, but it's gotten quite softer while I was asleep. Bringing up my arm to rest against the back of the couch, it falls flat, my fingers skimming something soft and warm.
My eyes ping open, and I stare at the ceiling, noticing that it looks slightly different than it did last night. I sit up, staring at the couch in front of me, and my heart drops. My head snaps to the side, where Atlas is currently laying, sta
