Birds chirping outside the window is the sound I wake to again but my eyes remain closed, contented. "Hmm," I stretch and smelling Gabe on the pillow, I curl back into a ball with a satisfied smile on my face while my insides are spreading this warm sort of comfort feeling, pulling the sheet back over me as well.
My eyes open wide, and the warmth turns cold because I do not have birds outside my window. Gabe and I hated the darn sound and chose our bedroom to ensure we were not anywhere close to trees. But this is not home in my time, is it?
Gabe is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with, his still bared, back to me. His phone is in his hand, and he's scrolling through it absentmindedly.
Possibly he could be messaging his girlfriend, Cassandra. That thought sends a sour taste to my mouth.
"You're awake," he says without turning around. "Good morning."
"Why were you here?" I blurt out, my voice groggy.
