When the morning light barely touched the horizon, I woke up unusually early, perhaps due to the early night and the turmoil in my heart.
I felt a weight on my body, a familiar sensation that slowly brought me back to consciousness.
As my eyes fluttered open to the dim dawn, I realized an arm was draped over me, a scene so reminiscent of how Betty used to sleep, always clinging to me like this.
Every morning, I would wake to find her arm on me.
Could it be that the dream was over?
But as I turned to look at the woman beside me, my heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't Betty; it was Luna, a stranger.
I was still trapped in that "dream."
Luna was holding me close in her sleep, and I couldn't help but startle at the realization.
I hadn't drunk too much last night; surely, I hadn't lost control.
My clothes were still on, and so were Luna's, not a piece removed, just tucked into my bed and holding me.