*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 buried inside of a burrito of blankets. Only one side of my leg still had any part covered under me.
“Blanket hog,” I whispered with a smirk. I’d long grown used to her behavior when it came to stealing the blankets in the middle of the night, especially when it was cold out. It honestly didn’t bother me in the slightest.
I wasn’t shy and neither were the other parts of me.
