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island of dreams

His bedroom was simple. A small, white room, with a medium sized window and in the middle stood the medium sized bed, like an island in the middle of a big nothing. It must be wonderful to sleep here, nothing to distract ones mind. Somehow I felt at peace just looking at it.

His hand, which led me here, still held mine and when I turned my head towards him, he smiled. “You can have my bed. Just make yourself at home. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

I just nodded, unable to say anything.

Silence fell between us and he too seemed lost in thoughts, letting go of my hand and turning back into the living room. I watched him slowly walking through the room.

“You don’t have to”, I stuttered, not able to recognize my own voice.

His head turned towards me and he smiled again. “Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of host would I be, letting you sleep on the couch.”

I leaned back and felt the door frame gently supporting me from falling over.

“Thank you”, I mumbled and looked back to the medium sized bed.

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