It was the dead of night, the chilling air flowing throughout the bedroom. It was hardly countered by the warmth from the blankets and body warmth.

Under a diamond patterned blanket covered with white and pink, having Herta and another embraced with each other. Herta only wore a bra, her hat sitting aside on the floor along with a majority of her clothes.

You were covered by a majority of the blanket, her eyes closed and dreaming off about whatever you could, stupid chaos or comedic stories. It didn’t matter.

Both of your arms were around each other, Herta’s delicate and beautiful face resting on your chest with a smile. Soon her eyes opened with a gentle flutter, revealing her purple and pink eyes that mimicked the stars.

“Hey, are you awake?” She asked gently, moving her head up, watching your delicate face for a reaction. You were the only being Herta would show any patience or respect for, but she still craved attention and your heated touch.