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Camila

Somehow, though I know I had awful nightmares, I don’t wake up with the usual migraine. Historically, after terrible nights, I’m wrecked the next morning. This time, I wake up with a cartoonish, cat-like stretch that makes my body sing.

It’s because of him. My attention goes to my bed, the spot Asher sat while he cradled me against himself. Asher chased the demons away. I didn’t even know that was possible. Throwing open my curtains, I recoil at the bright sun. Then I see the clock on my dresser.

No way, it’s noon? I slept that long? No wonder I feel amazing.

So what if it’s late? Not like I have anywhere to be. I take my time cleaning myself up. I even pick a cuter dress than usual, a long, flowing green one that makes my eyes pop. Sitting at my vanity, I curl my hair off my neck; I could do it with my eyes shut at this point.

Subconsciously, I’m trying to look nice for Asher. I want to thank him for how he comforted me last night. I hope he was able to get as much sleep as I