17.11 Saturday

I woke up but I didn’t open my eyes, so I could remember my beautiful dream. What was it about? Oh, yeah, Edward who had seemed to feel the same way I was feeling. I sighed, comparing my dream vision to the real life. If it could be true…

Wait, what if it WAS true? I opened my eyes rapidly and sat up in my bed. It was dark, so I couldn’t see anything at first. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw the vampire sitting on the armchair, glorious as always. My heart twitched.

“What’s up?” He smiled at me cheerfully. I was just opening my mouth to answer but he stopped me with a gesture. “Wait, I’ll check by myself.” In one moment he was beside me, leaning over my neck. He took a deep breath. “Yeah, the scent is becoming normal again,” He muttered and unexpectedly pressed me to him. “So appetizing…”

He was holding me in his arms for some time. I was afraid to even say something not to disturb the moment. I even tried to breathe slower. Only my heart was too loud; its sound seemed to fill the whole room. I leaned my head against his shoulder breathing in his exceptional, sweet smell.

The sky behind the window was slowly brightening. Finally, Edward let me out and kissed my forehead. He stood up silently and went to the door.

“Don’t go,” I begged sounding like a whimsical child.

He chuckled quietly. “You’re kinda whiney today,” He smiled mischievously. “I’ll be back. I’ll go hunting, change and return to torment your mother a little with my presence,” He joked. As he saw relief on my face, he added with laughter: “You have one hour to put yourself in order, you dying girl!” Then he disappeared behind the door. For a while I was wondering if I should take offence for this ‘dying girl’ comment, but I realized I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth shut for too long.

I peeked at the clock: it was 9 o’clock a.m. already. I didn’t hear any noises from the rest of the apartment; it seemed that everyone was still asleep. It was strange, especially considering that my sister Caroline usually got up at about 7. I went out of my room, grabbing some clothes on my way. I peeked into my sister’s room; she was lying on her bed and mumbling something incoherent while manipulating with her dolls. It was nothing unusual for my mom to sleep long while Carol was occupied like that.