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Sylvester woke up to angelina leaving the bed. He peeked up at her through hooded eyes, half-asleep, watching her as she silently freaked out while stumping her foot on the floor in frustration.

Angelina let out a shaky sigh, casting him a quick glance, but she didn’t notice that he was actually awake… watching her walk further away from the bed.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?”

She whirled in the direction of the voice to see sylvester laying on the bed, his eyes didn't emit a smidge of drowsiness and that was enough proof to show her that he had been awake for some time now.

Her jaw worked up and down as she struggled to say something, to respond. But nothing would come out.

She remembered everything...., she had a nightmare, she could still remember his sweet but consoling words, the kisses he had imprinted around her eyes, ears....

After that, she had fallen into a very deep sleep which she wished that she had never woken up from, A warm beautiful sleep which didn't have images and