What a way to awaken with a clouded mind and lost eyes. Staring into a reverie of its own.
Her fingers grazed her lips as her eyes settled on the morning sunlight reflecting in from the slightly open curtains.
She remembered vividly how she scurried away from his room after he had reluctantly let her go, almost knocking her breath off. Hermione had immediately fled from his grasp the moment she had resumed from her high.
Memory of it replayed still very fresh in her head. She could barely hold on to a good sleep because of the rare fluffy dreams that made her feel as if she was floating on clouds.
Now everything became more clear to her, she finally understood why Rosalie sometimes sneaked out to meet her lover, Rohelio.
A soft knock pulled her off her reverie with a little shake. She chuckled at her lost mind and gave a call to the person on the outside. "Come in." She permitted, her voice was the pure evidence of the lack of sleep that she got.
