Alisha pov
I feel like someone is banging my head with a hammer. But why am I feeling like this, though? My mind is fuzzy and cloudy. I try to go back to sleep, but something doesn't seem to be right. Ah, forget about it; sleep is important. So, let's go back to sleep.
A cold breeze touched my skin, making me shiver, and I pulled the duvet over my body, and snuggled into the bed. The duvet smells like Alexander.
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Wait, it smells like who? Why would my bed smell like him? I sat straight up and opened my eyes. The sudden movement made my head throb with pain. I closed my eyes and sighed.
I opened my eyes again, looked around the room, and tried to figure out where I was. It's not my room, but it seems quite familiar. Wait, this is Alexander's room. That's why the duvet smells like him.
