Chapter 18: STUBBORN ALARIC
The soft rays of the morning sun shone lightly on the figures lying on the bed as one of the figures stirred. She groaned while turning the other way, backing the sunlight streaming in from the window.
"Did I forget to pull the curtains close again?" She muttered, not quite fully awake. The little girl yawned loudly and turned to lie on her back again, stretched her body, and then relaxed her body.
She opened her mouth even before she opened her eyes, "Ah, it's a new day. Glad to be back. Now, it's time to get me some sandwiches." She opened her eyes and then blinked rapidly, staring at the unfamiliar yet familiar ceiling.
She rubbed her eyes and blinked again, only to see the same ceiling. She closed her eyes again and this time, she refused to open them.
"Nope, no way am I getting off this bed until I see my ceiling." She murmured.
She paused when she felt someone stir beside her. Turning around, she found Alaric yawning. [What a cute child.] She pinched his cheek softly. It seemed like this really was her reality.
"Good morning, Al."
"Good morning, Tia." Alaric replied before he blinked at her in surprise, as if he didn't expect to see her there.
"What are you doing in my room?" He asked cutely.
Aristia chuckled. "This is my room," she said, gesturing around her.
"Oh," Alaric said in realization, a blush coating his cheeks.