Another day passes and the night has painted the sky black. I sat down in our bed as I waited for him to

come out of the shower. While waiting, I stood up and combed my hair after noticing that I haven’t touched it

for the past three hours.

            Carefully and stylishly the comb for about 5 minutes, I’m finally satisfied with what I’m seeing.

But wait! The thought of him suddenly strikes my head. I find it unfair of him wearing his make-up to sleep. Now

that I notice it, I think it makes me feel special when he reveals his fresh face to me and only me. I feel that I fail

at being his friend. It’s like I’m not someone who he cares about. Aish! What am I thinking?

            “Ya, Siwan-ah, quit fixing your hair. Let’s go to sleep,” he said while pulling me towards the bed. I’ve

been thinking about it too much that I didn’t even notice him enter the room. I gave him a quick smileand lied

down beside him. Being beside him felt warm and cozy, that I didn’t have to use the blanket. I was too shy to

tell him that sleeping beside him felt heavenly. I was too shy to say anything. Stop it, I told myself. I took a deep

breath and closed my eyes.

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