A wide bedroom with white-painted walls had simple arrangements, making it look even wider. The room contained one large bed, neatly made to define the plainness of it. The lights in that room were kept dim, adding a certain ambience of privacy.
Once Marvel brought me to his bedroom, the atmosphere around us changed. I was overwhelmed by his presence, and now that I acted like I was willing to be held by him after I blurted my feelings out, I became anxious for a certain reason.
There was this vague sense of familiarity, and I knew this had happened sometime before. I was living a moment that had already been lived, even I could predict his next move only a second before it happened. For the briefest moment, I realized precisely what was going to occur, but I could never be certain until the event. And then, in those fleeting memories, all that had been experienced before deemed itself a brand new moment.
