She woke up from from a soft touch on her cheek, mumbled a few words still half in a dream and then felt how some weight lay down on her bed, right on the end, next to her feet. She needed a few seconds to realize that she was alone - at home. She froze right in this moment, afraid to open her eyes. Who was that? Who stepped in her appartment, her bedroom? Even her bed?
Very slowly she opened her eyes. Someone sat on the bed, looking at her, his or her face in the shadows and she was just able to indentify his eyes from their glance in the soft light of the moon.
The window was open and she shivered.
"Don't be afraid. There is no need to."
It was a he, with a soft dark voice. She grabbed her sheets, tried to crawl deeper into them and held her stuffie even closer to her chest. She knew it was silly, but this friend always made her feel comfortable, even if she was a grown up women already.
She wispered - without an answer.
"What do you want? Please, I don't know what..."
"Shhhh. Don't worry. You are safe, now more than ever before."
Out of nowhere the warm light of a candle appears in his hand. Still, she was not able to see his face, but the new light and that he sat so still, took a little bit of her fear away. She heard a crumble, it sounded like old paper, and saw how he opened a book. It looked old and heavy, bound in leather and the typical smell of an old bookstore came to her nose. Slowly her fear faded away and with the time she became more curious.
He asked. Right in this moment the fear was back. Shivering through her spine.
He chuckled. In a strange way he really sounded amused, like her fear was without any reason and this made her feel a little angry. What did he thought, breaking into her house at night, sitting on her bed, what has he expected, a warm welcome and a tea?!
She pouted her lips, happy that her face was in the darkness too.
"Alright" he started "long long time ago, there was a...."
Time went by, minutes, hours and he was sitting there, reading a book. First she wasn't able to listen to him at all, but after a while she got used to his soft voice. The adrenaline rush went away and she started to listen what he says. It was a good Story, one she never heard before and from the words he used she expected it to be an old Story, fitting the appearance of the book quite well.
After a while she got tired again and even if she tried everything to stay awake, she felt how her eyes became heavier and heavier and after a while she realized that his voice disappeared. With her eyes closed she felt the soft touch on her cheek again, and his face close to hers. Now she realized that the smell was not only from the book, it was his smell. She felt a kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep tight, we will meet again soon."
After a few seconds she opened her eyes. He was gone, the window closed again and through the glass she saw the soft orange of the upcoming sunrise.
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