Little Arm

“I swear, His arms felt like home…….”

The morning sunlight began to trickle in through the openings in the curtains. Aubrey's legs were overheated and the sunlight fell directly on them. She groans and curls up. Her long eyelashes flutter. As they open she looks in a daze to understand where she is. She didn't move an inch since she open her long lashes. Her messy hair flipped on her cheek and another side of her cheek rested on the soft pillow which look like she is pouting. That makes her cute. She is running her mind where she is? She again closes her eyes and remembers the chaos she make at the wedding. She immediately opens her eyes and sits up. Her follow to force and come in front of her face.

“How can you forget this, moron” She grabs her hair and curse herself. She gives her a slight stare at the clock.

“It is already Nine o'clock. Damm girl, I have to get up early” she cried out and jump out of her bed. But the speed she walks slows down.

“Why should I have to get up early?