Novel & Cerita Sloth Blanket

“I got about a week’s worth?” “That’s perfect,” I said, clearing my throat. “There’s a crochet blanket in her crib—the blue one that Chelsea made. And her books are on the shelf.” He nodded and disappeared back into the nursery. I heard him moving around, the soft thud of books being stacked, and I tried to focus on my packing. Underwear, bras, socks.

A blanket , more like a cloud. And then I felt something soft like a petal on my cheek. Lips? More like silk chocolate . I smiled as the softness remained there for a few seconds . I snuggled more in my blanket and turned the other way from the soft source . After hours of eternal rest I woke up due to the stupid cold thing on my wrist , making my wrist red blue from the cold impact. I opened my eyes and adjusted them to the darkness . Is it still night ? I looked out of the window to see the sun rising.