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His True Home

I awoke the next morning alittle shaken. My dreams and memories all rushing back at lightning speed. His arms were wrapped around me, and he was snoring softly. I didn’t move for fear of waking him.

After a moment, he stirred. When he opened his eyes he smiled. “Did I wake you?” I asked in a barely audiable voice.

“Well..” He started.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed softly.

“Don’t be, I just sensed the change in your beathing. That’s all. Plus, it’s nice to be woken by a beautiful girl.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around me tighter.

I blushed. I needed to use the bathroom, and wanted an excuse to look around, but couldn’t pull myself from his arms. I looked around from where I laid. Amazing isn’t it?

Yeah, it really is. Where.. are we? I couldn’t help but wonder.

My true home.

Even with everything you told me, I never imagined it this gorgeous. I was in awe. His home was simply breathtaking. But I couldn’t help but get the feeling something wasn’t quite right.

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