Nadia woke up the next morning to see Angel sleeping, with her head resting on the sewing machine.
She hovered from behind, watching her sleep peacefully.
For her to have slept off in such an uncomfortable spot, it must mean she was really upset by what the boss she constantly referred to as, former Mr unicorn, and most recently, every variation one could call a piece of shit, had done.
But she looked so calm, and cherubic sleeping, Nadia found herself wanting to pet her.
"How do you look so much like her?" she questioned internally.
The only difference was in the color of their eyes.
Everything else was almost nearly identical.
Looking at her was like sometimes looking into the past.
You thought you must have moved on from certain stories, only to be drawn back by replicas.
Her hand moved on its own accord, in readiness to stroke her copper blonde curls, when Angel's eyes opened.
