Distractions and-

I was in a room.

It was in the furthest corner of the house.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel. 

On one side, I had to worry about the invasion, my wedding, and how to stop those bloody aliens. On the other, I had to worry about Elsa. 

All this time I thought of her, my little sister: Even when I found out about how she wasn't. But still, she was my sister. 

And now I just randomly find out that she has feelings for me?

How?

Why?

And this hard wooden bed was bad for my back.

It hurt!

Sirgh!

I guess it was my fault for just lying on a bare bed with no cushioning at all.