I was in a deep sleep, but something kept pulling at the edges of my consciousness, trying to tease me awake. It was probably doing its job since I knew that I was asleep, which only reasoned I was in bed. The insistent thing trying to wake me seemed sweet and musical; it was ripe with the promise of starting today off on the right foot. I wanted to wake to whatever was tempting me so heartily. I believe that if I started my day on a good note, nothing could ruin the day for you.
Then I felt the softest touch to my forehead and temple. I slowly came to full conscience, but I didn't open my eyes until I was done accessing what had touched me so tenderly. As I was lying in a bed, I could only assume it was Brandon's bed. Following that reasoning, it only made sense the soft touches at
