I stop in front of that jewelery shop. I just hope that necklace I saw here yesterday is still here. I get off my car and come infront of the store. Its still there, it would look really good on her. I really hope she likes it. I feel this sudden feeling inside my stomach….and I cannot really put a finger on what this feeling actually means. The way she pretends to sleep when i enter the room…the way she quickly runs to bed when she hears me sliding open the door…is soo adorable. The way she just sits there and pouts when I take the tray away from the room. I wonder why she hit me that day with the drawer….she must really hate me. I get that necklace for her. I hope she wears it. I cannot remember the last time I bought a necklace for someone….it was years ago, I bought one for Rach….before…well…whatever…I don’t feel like thinking about that right now. 

 I go home……and enter her room…she is really sleeping because I can hear her breathing, its slow and deep. I keep the necklace and the note on the nightstand….I feel kinda sad that I don’t get to see her expression when she sees the necklace…..but then again I am afraid. What if she doesn’t like it and she wants to throw it away or something like that. I see she doesn’t like olives….I ordered veg pizza with olives…she ate all 4 slices of the pizza…leaving behind the olives. I make a mental note of ordering veg pizzas without olives next time. 

 I look at her sleeping….she looks so peaceful and she’s smiling…probably having a good dream. God! How I wish I was a part of that dream! but I am probably in her worst nightmare. There is a strand of hair on her face….I softly remove it. I so want to kiss her good night but that would be me taking advantage of her sleeping. I shouldn’t be having thoughts like these about my hostage. Before I do anything stupid, I slide away from the room and into my cold bedroom which is devoid of a bed…because that sleeping beauty is sleeping in my bed now a days. I didn’t have a spare bed, and I felt bad making her sleep on the floor….therefore I decided to leave the bed on the ‘secret’ room as I call it, for Molly to sleep on.