My weakness

I jolted awake and looked around frantically, momentarily confused. I was in bed in my pajamas and everything in the room was in place. The only reminder of the terrible night I had experienced was the splitting headache and the ache in my eyes.

I was still tired as if I hadn’t rested and I wondered how I got in bed. I didn’t remember getting in bed or sleeping for that matter. I didn’t rocket science to know who had changed me and gotten me into bed.

Except, I didn’t know why he did it and I hated the way my heart fluttered at the thought that he cared about me enough not to let me sleep on the floor. Damn, my heart.

I decided to stay in bed a bit longer, as I was in no hurry to go outside and meet anyone with swollen eyes. The questions that came with that would be unbearable, no doubt. I also didn’t want to see the one person my heart ached to see.

A few minutes after I had closed my eyes and realized that I wasn’t going to fall back asleep, there was a knock on the door before