There she is. Her appearance hasn’t changed since you first saw her and she’s still as cold as always, but you can swear your constant approaching has melted her hardened heart a little.

The little kitten it’s curled at the foot of your bed. It seems that he has found a comfy spot.

When you look up, she’s still looking at you. With gentle eyes and a tiny smile, she’s breathtaking. Your pulse quickens and you’re sure she can hear the loud pum-pum your heart it’s making. How embarrassing.

She stands up and approaches your bed. If possible, your pulse quickens even more. It happens every time she’s near or you think about her. You wondered if it’s one of her abilities, but you rapidly dismissed that option. You’re just making excuses. But who wouldn’t when you’re in front of a goddess?

While your mind is running wild and stops in every situation you shouldn’t even think of, you failed to see a smirk form in her lips.

“Hey, eyes up here” she says.

Holy crap! Stop looking at her lips!!! Why would you make a fool of yourself every time?

She’s sited on your bed and her tight brushes against yours. She’s cold but you don’t mind. At all. Even when she brushes your hair behind your ear. Even when she cups your cheek with her hand.

“Breathe, honey”.

You take a long intake of air. Precious oxygen, I underestimated you. And she giggles.

Wait… This is the first time you heard her giggle. Am I still dreaming?