AERITH’S POV:
I stirred on the bed and yawned. Birds chirped outside my window. It was morning already. I turned on my side and opened my eyes. Sunlight streaked in through the window blinds.
I sighed and sat up on my bed. Then it hit me. How did I get to my room? The last thing I remembered was reading the book in the library. How did I get here? I rubbed my eyes and looked around the bed.
I saw the book by the side of the bed. I picked it up. I was on the tenth page of the book. The tip of the page was folded for me to remember where I stopped. Who brought me to bed? I didn't remember coming back to the room.
A warm smile grazed my face as I trailed my hands on the page of the book. Memories of the night before came rushing back. He had asked me questions, had teased me, and taken me
