Inside you

“Misha! Misha!”

Someone kept calling my name and it was getting very irritating. Can’t I have a good night's sleep?

“Misha! Wake up!”

I grumbled and slowly opened my eyes. I rubbed them with my fingers, ready to shoot the person a death glare.

“What?!” I groaned and looked at the person. It was Mr. Brett.

Mr. Brett was in my room? How? Why? When?

I sat up immediately. “Mr. Brett?”

“What are you…” I paused and took in my surroundings. I wasn’t in my room. I was in the middle of a road! My eyes widened and I returned my gaze to Mr. Brett.

I needed an explanation, but he was silent. He carried me up bridal style and took me over to his car which was parked at the side of the road. He sat me down on the burnet of his car and told me to hang on.

He went over and opened the front seat, then came back and picked me up. He was carrying me like I was a feather and I was embarrassed. Was I that weightless or was he that strong?

After I had settled in well, he went round to the other side o