The next morning, I woke up wondering why I felt so strangely comfortable. All I remember is that I cannot really sleep at all because I was used to sleeping in a spacious space given by my queen-sized bed. Well, that is when you compare it to sleeping on Niccos's big sofa. Minulat ko ang aking mga mata at sumalubong sa akin ang maaliwalas ng kwarto ni Niccos. Yes, for some reason, I am sleeping in his bed instead of waking up from his sofa. Naupo ako sa gilid ng kanyang kama, humihikab at nagkukusot ng mata. Did he carry me here? That, I can tell. If he did, then where did he sleep? In his study? Hindi na ako nagtangka pang mag-overthink. I stood up immediately and fixed his bed. As I fix his comforter, I can't help but notice how it smelled exactly like me. My hair, and the body wa
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