Confession

Amelie

I woke up to the soft, early morning light filtering through the curtains.. As I turned my head, memories from the night before came rushing back. The warmth of the bed, the scent of his cologne, and the sound of his voice.

I stole a glance at him, still peacefully asleep, his tousled hair a reminder of the past. A wave of nostalgia washed over me, but was quickly dismissed by a stronger feeling of panic.

"It's morning?!" I uttered in complete shock.

Panicking, I untangled myself from the sheets, my heart racing. I fumbled to find my clothes, scattered haphazardly around the room. With each piece of clothing I hurriedly put on, I tried to suppress the overwhelming panic that was growing inside of me.