***Serena***
The last time I woke up in this bed, I had been dreaming of crystal blue water...which had turned out to have been a cryptic foreshadowing of James' startlingly blue eyes.
This time, I had simply been dreaming of him; particularly the carefree display of him running around in the field last night, declaring to the heavens that he loved me...
I stare at the ceiling, a feeling of nervous anticipation hitting me as I lay there, wondering what James was going to decide to do.
I get out of bed and check my watch.
It is nine o'clock in the morning; I never sleep this late anymore.
I hastily change into a pair of black leggings and a blue tank that I still have here, and I run down the stairs. It is good to feel warm again, regardless of my clothing. I can smell James down the
