I woke up but didn't want to open my eyes.
It had been forever since I had slept so deeply, and that even without any strange dreams.
I saw light shining through my lids; we should already be late for lessons.
"You can sleep some more." A hand landed over my closed eyes.
"Don't watch sleeping people," I murmured.
"Technically, you are not sleeping right now."
"How would you know that if you aren't watching me?" I took Henry's hand from my eyes and bit into his palm near his pinky. He let me, stroking my temple and forehead with his fingers.
"Intuition?" I let go of him, and he placed his hand on my cheek.
I really didn't want to open my eyes, but we had already skipped so many lessons, and then we had also 'partied' yesterday, so I should wake up.
I looked at Henry, who was crouching before the bed, watching me.
Avoiding his gaze, I saw that the room behind him was cleared of balloons and cakes, though the poster was still there.
It seemed very bright outside.
