Chapter 163
- KILLIAN -
I stare at the bed long enough to study her response to things. Hazel’s eating her fourth bagel while, not something I agree with, brushing her hair. She’s also watching a sitcom on the tv.
After last night, the disturbance which forced her to wake up, I’m just letting her do her thing to forget about it. I am curious though and my curiosity needs to be fed, which is one of the reasons I’m waiting for the right time to ask.
Hazel munches on the bagel. My eyes rest on the plate on her thighs filled with it. I can’t understand how someone can eat a lot of bagels in a go but I don’t really think I should have a say in what someone chooses to eat. What actually bothers me is that she’s snacking on my bed and I detest that with my every being yet I’m being tame because it’s her.
With her, it’s okay. It’s bearable. I let out a sigh and wait for her to chew till she’s done eating that bagel. Hazel feeds herself to a glass of juice by my bed table then drops the plate of bagels on the bed table, clearing her throat as she claps her hand over the floor, outward of my bed before dusting the duvet to the floor as well. I feel my eye twitch but I don’t say a word. I take a deep breath, then slowly let it out.
She seems all settled now. I guess it’s time to ask. “When are you going to tell me?” I question, staring right at her as I’ve always been.
Hazel reaches her hand forward, the one housing the remote, to pause the tv.
“Tell you what?” She asks so innocently.
How do I word it in a way that it won’t sound very brazen? “The content in your dream that got you triggered.” I utter. I nearly snickered under my breath. The content in your dream? Why does that sound funny even though it’s not.