Do You Remember

It was late, about eleven at night… and I was thirsty, so I rolled out of bed and noticed Gray wasn’t beside me. I strolled out of the bedroom and tiptoed to the kitchen, got some chocolate milk, and then tiptoed into the living room in an effort to find him and felt the breeze before I noticed where he was. The living room and the kitchen are connected and open. Basically, everything on the second floor is open, with no hallways, no walls, just a few well-placed pillars, three closed-off bedrooms, and a wall of windows normally covered by a curtain that hides the balcony. But now it was pulled to the side and the curtains were billowing in the refreshing nighttime breeze. The breeze made my oversized shirt billow as well, raising goosebumps on my bare legs, my sleep shorts not doing much to protect me from the breezes' brisk bite.

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