I opened my eyes slowly and looked around the room. I was alone. I sat up and looked around again. It was hard for me to sleep last night with Poppy there, but I guess I fell asleep at some point. Where did he go?
"You're awake?" I turned and saw a smiling Poppy at the door leading to the balcony.
"Where were you?" I asked.
"Outside," he said.
"Oh," I replied, looking everywhere but at Poppy. Why am I acting like a shy teenager?
"Would you like to go home?" he asked. No!
"That's… I should. I need to get out of this dress," I said, and he nodded.
"You need to," he said. Why are we acting like shy teenagers? Nothing happened last night, so why are we overreacting? I got out of bed, and he stepped forward. I don't want to go back.
