The morning light

As I closed my eyes, I felt very tired from the day. The tiredness hit me hard, and soon I was in a deep, peaceful sleep. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, only aware of the warmth of Harrison's arm around me and his chest moving up and down. All my worries about the mansion and Miss Adrianne faded away. As time went by, the light outside got dimmer, turning the room blue and purple. The sound of the clock reminded me that time was passing, but in Harrison's arms, I could forget everything. The next morning, I woke up to find the bed empty. The spot where he had slept was cold, and the sheets were tangled. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, lighting up the floor. I sat up, feeling sore but alive. The room was very quiet, and not hearing his breathing reminded me that the night was over. For a moment, I thought it was all just a dream. The softness of his kiss and our night together seemed like my imagination. But then I saw his shirt on the floor, proving it was real. I picked