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It’s cold in here. I can’t feel my toes, yet my torso seems fine.

I get up. A fluffy duvet is not covering my toes. It is covering… someone else?

I look to my left in panic. I’m not next to the wall to my right as usual. I’m sitting next to the bed’s edge. On my left I see my writing table and a pile of books, that I was intended to study yesterday.

My head is hit with a sharp pain. I cup my forehead with my right hand and finally see what is on my right.

I knew it. I could smell him before I even looked at him.

I start to panic a little. What is he doing here? Why can’t I remember yesterday?

He’s still asleep. I look at him quietly. He starts to mumble something. He talks in his sleep? That’s adorable.

A clock on my table tells me the day and time. Luckily it is not monday yet. It is 5 AM though. Does that mean three hours of awkward silence with myself?

My headache reminds me of itself. I get up sharply, reaching for my bag where I keep all of my medicine. Well, at least I get to get up.

I get out of my room and headed towards the kitchen. I walk past my mother’s room. I stop.

Wait.

I silently walk back to see if she is home. To my amazing luck the door is open. I prayed to the gods I don’t believe in and open the door just a little.

Phew, not home.

I reach my initial destination and pour myself a glass of water and drink my medicine. I drink another glass of water.

I walk back to my room. As amazing and unbelievable as it was, I had forgotten about him.

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   She has a favourite sweater. It is the fluffiest and most adorable thing she has ever seen. She doesn’t care what others think of her sweater.

The fox is pink and it’s tail is snow white, like a bright star seen in the sky by midnight. It is warm and comfortable. It’s like her portable home. She’ll leave the house but the comfort follows.

Walking in the streets and waiting to be noticed by the darkness. And she was.

Leather jacket, that looks comfy. Black jeans, that look like they’re her favourite. Darkness came and hugged her. Darkness had midnight blue eyes, calm, cool and familiar.

By day, Darkness was a Mermaid. Her navy blue hair, that by night seemed black, made her stand out. Still it was possible to lose her in the crowd. And that what Sweater girl did often. Mermaid often left S. feeling unwanted and lonely. Madoka, the daylight Mermaid and midnight Darkness, didn’t know about this. The city was her sea and her freedom. With the home-loving Sweater girl she didn’t feel lonely but neither did she feel accompanied. Her presence was like peach and pink colored skies - pretty and nice as well as nice to look at, but whether they were there or not, Mermaid felt like it held no meaning to her.