It was through a very shimmery veil of sleep that I noticed my door was cracking open.

You know that state that you’re sometimes in?

The one where you’re between sleeping and full wakefulness, and you feel strangely happy and gooey and warm?

Yeah, well, that’s what I was experiencing.

To be quite honest, I was enjoying it greatly.

I was relaxing.

Every single fold of my blanket and comforter seemed to be in the best position possible, cushioning me and pleasing my senses with a lovely, fresh scent.

The sun had moved away from the window and the small, white lace curtains, onto the foot of the bed.

I was feeling much more serene than I had in a very extended period of time.

I felt a chilly hand brushing my barely-existent fringe back. The hand then rested over my own, cooling it down in a pleasing manner.

I heard someone sigh.

“You don’t know how much you scared me.”

The hand squeezed mine gently before I truly fell asleep.

Scared someone…? Who?