About a week ago, you had taken an angel in. An angel who claimed to be lost, and just needed a place to stay until he gathered his bearings. Yes, he’s utterly beautiful, but there’s something off about him that you can’t quite put your finger on.

now he lay in your bed. It’s early in the morning. He looks peaceful. The night before, he had just begged to sleep in your bed. You couldn’t say no. The white silk and lace of the pillow he lays his head on framed his face perfectly, his hair unbothered.

his eyes flutter open suddenly, a small yawn escaping him. He smiles at you sweetly.

”Good morning…”