*Olivia*
“It’s you!”
The character on the screen spoke, the classic line echoing through Dahlia's dark room. I munched on a piece of caramel popcorn. The crunchy texture and sweet and salty taste was just the thing to delight my taste buds as one of my favorite movies played.
The light from the screen was the only thing illuminating the room. With the curtains closed and no moonlight, I could only see the movie playing as we lay on our stomachs in the pillow fort we had built.
I cuddled the pillow up to my chest, repeating the next line with the actor: “It’s me.”
The dramatic music of the scene swelled straight to my heart as I sighed at the dreamy movie. It had always been one of my favorites.
A pile of smooth, silky hair brushed against my arm and I smiled, looking over at the warm figure by my side. Dahlia was fast asleep, her mouth open as she snored on my arm.
