The next morning, as consciousness slowly seeped back into my senses, I found myself enveloped in the warmth of Lydia's embrace. A flush of embarrassment tinged my cheeks as I realized it must have been Lydia who had sought comfort in my arms during the night.
Hastily, I extricated myself from her hold, hoping she hadn't woken yet, my heart fluttering with a mix of awkwardness and something else I couldn't quite name.
With careful movements, I slipped out of bed, my gaze flickering over Lydia's peaceful form for a moment before I turned my attention to the task of getting ready for the day. The floor felt cool beneath my feet as I tiptoed towards the shower, my mind still buzzing with the remnants of fragmented dreams and unresolved emotions.
As the water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of sleep and uncertainty, I couldn't help but reflect on the surreal events of the previous night.
