On the pillow next to me there’s a note in a frenetic scribble. I smile at how apt this chaotic handwriting is, and how it fits its owner to perfection.Loved waking up next to you…again. Had to leave early, see you tonight. D.I look at the note and then around me and there is not a single doubt in my heart that I belong here, in this place, in this bed, in his bed. I smile and snuggle under the light comforter, inhaling Daniel’s scent deeply. I try, but can’t recall anything from the moment we got into the Veyron at the airport until now. He must have carried me inside and put me to bed, because otherwise I'm not sure how I made it here. The only thing that comes to mind is how exhausted I've felt since hell began. Curious, I peep under the covers. I find out I’m wearing one of Daniel’s t-shirts and smile. The one thing that would make this morning better would be if the shirt’s owner were here now, next to me, on me. Checking the time, I realize that it’s only half past seven, meaning I have plenty of time to leisurely get ready for work.
