(Karsten)
Her tiny snores filled the air around me as she slept like a tiny kitten curled up on my arm. One of her hands rested underneath her cheek while the other was on my arm. Her long lashes cast shadows under her eyes.
If only I could just throw away her wig and let her real hair spread all around her shoulders.
No matter how much I tried to keep my head straight and not stare at her, my eyes betrayed me every second.
Unhealthy—I was developing an unhealthy obsession with watching her and being soothed by her presence.
Why did I even invite her to sleep on my arm? Wasn't she peacefully lying on the pillow?
Nah! She was secretly watching me when I was on the couch and invited me to sleep on the bed beside her.
But, she only did it so I could have the blanket too.
My mind had a thousand contrasting arguments going on.
Never thought having a fake girlfriend would be this difficult.
Where did the fake act end and feelings begin?
