I don't know who he was I really don't.
All I remember is I somewhat woke up in the morning today, saw the time and sighed while saying, 'Its okay I can sleep a little longer. It's safe here' and I turned into the arms of a man and snuggled in closer taking a contended breath. All I remember is he had somewhat long silky hair, lying down beside me with one arm under his head which he later on extends to snuggle me closer. It felt so safe.
Now see, I could have just written it off as a dream which felt closer to being real but hear me out. When I was having a nap in the afternoon today, I had weird dreams (which okay don't think they have any importance here) but then I wake up and this fucking woman is shouting outside for something. Dad knocks on the door and I ask him to come in but lo and behold, it was fucking locked. And I do not remember locking because of how fucking anal this women gets when we lock doors. So that leaves me with the question, who the fuck did it because there wasn't anyone else in the room that I could see but feel/ sensations of.
Who the fuck was it? And why did I feel safe despite that?