Vincent woke up, opening his eyes, he saw Ashlyn sleeping peacefully at his side. Observing her face, he remembered what happened last night and unlike his usual disturbed feeling because of his nightmares, this time a smile found its way to his face.
Adjusting himself gently on the bed, he rested his head on one of his hands supported by his elbow and kept on staring at her sleeping face. He was close enough to register her face on his mind and he felt an urge to touch her. Using his other hand, he tucked away the strands of her hair covering her face to the back of her ear and caressed her cheek softly.
"You make me remember her." He whispered to the sleeping beauty at his front. "You want to know why I'm not confused?... Because when I see you, it feels like I'm with her." He drew a slow breath and quietly got out of the bed.
