![]() “Morning,” I start awkwardly while we gaze into each other’s eyes. Nothing has changed in the previous view. Two deep breaths later, I feel ready to face her again and I lift my eyelids. I quickly close my eyes and focus on calming my panicked body and mind before I even try opening my mouth. As I look into her cinnamon-brown eyes, she glances into my grey ones, with her usual neutral expression, like nothing is even a little bit wrong here.Īnother wave of hot air travels towards my face when Sirgia exhales softly, sending shivers down my spine. It takes me three full seconds to realize that I’m not staring at Sirgia’s dangerously close sleeping face, but at Sirgia’s dangerously close awake face. 「 Uaaaaaaah… I fucked up and drifted off literally centimetres from her, even throwing my arm over… I better quickly get up before she wakes up!」įully opening my eyes, I prepare to lift myself up with as gentle movements as possible to not disturb the cute dwarf’s rest, but before I do so, all the brain cells in the commanding center abruptly stop responding and both my mind and body freeze in place. There is no more confusion about the mysterious hot air assaulting me above. And only just now I notice that my right arm is reaching over that hill and supporting its back. There’s no doubt that it's covering a certain dwarf’s lower body. I open my eyes a tiny bit, and as I suspected, there’s a mountain range made of sheets, in the shape of a small person lying on their side. I must have fallen asleep while nursing Sirgia. A sudden realization arrives in the calculating center of my head. Another pleasant wave disperses when breaking off against my lips, nose and eyelids. The records end during the night when I’m wiping away Sirgia’s forehead from sweat and then jump to the current moment. My mind switches to a higher gear and starts frantically going through all its data banks, recalling all the events of the previous day. After around thirty seconds, the body responds to the brain’s pings and I begin realizing that the warm, soft and delicate puffs of air hitting my skin aren’t exactly part of my waking up routine. My brain enters its booting sequence, sending probing commands towards every organ and limb. Waves of warm and sweet air brush against my face when I slowly start regaining my consciousness. ![]()
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