In My Bed Again

Ben

When I woke up, Mila was in my bed. I didn’t think that was something that was going to happen again. She was still asleep, and I moved carefully not to wake her. She was lying so still that I checked to make sure she was still breathing. I knew I was being paranoid, but she had been through such a terrible ordeal, and it was my fault.

The cut on her cheek had been patched up; her cheeks had a bit of color now that she had eaten. I pulled the covers up higher to be sure she was warm enough before I carefully slid out of bed.

Waking up next to Mila was amazing. We hadn’t done anything last night – after her shower and a bit of food she had looked so tired I had offered the spare bedroom to her so that she could get some rest.

“Can I sleep with you?” she’d asked. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Of course, she hadn’t. So, I had led her to my room and gotten into bed with her, holding her until she fell asleep. Which had been almost instantly.

Now that I was awake, and it was the light of