David rolled on his side, immediately his eyes shooting opened. The only thing he saw was the huge baby blue wall in front of him.
He didn't blink, he stared at the wall, trying to recollect all that had happened the night before. When he thought of his confession he cringed but sigh.
He rolled on his back and stare at the ceiling. The window was uncovered. He could see the dark gray sky announcing a storm. He got up and walked to the window gently opening it and popping his head out only to regret it coldly. The strong cold chilling wind struck his face and he immediately froze. He quickly shuts the window turning around to go grab his cover.
He wasn't the early morning person, he was more off a pillow hugger and the last in bed.
But what he saw shook all tiredness out of his little body.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't just a bad dream. But of cause it wasn't. Deborah was sleeping softly in her bed, under her pink covers.
