*Leo*

The slow wake in the morning felt more like a dream than actual reality. It was late morning, considering the bright lights shining through the curtains. I blearily blinked my eyes, as I stared at the ceiling above me, feeling oddly cold for some reason.

It wasn’t until I sat up that I realized why.

I stared point-blankly at the one part of me that clearly wasn’t as cold as the rest of me and then slowly turned to my side. There I found a mess of hair ...