I am enveloped in a cloud of soft warm perfection with this warm blanket around me; I just want to snuggle in it forever.
Half-open my eyes and see an arm. It's slightly light, it's not mine, it's large, and it's rougher than mine. Under closer inspection, I see it's a man's arm. My tired brain isn't yet in full cognitive mode, so I sort of just trace my fingers over his and like caress him. I feel a content sigh on my neck.
I trace up to meet his shoulder and then his face. my eyes wide, and I'm fully awake when I see the content, sleeping face of Jack. Not even wondering how a dead person who is not even really physical unless whatever weird connection I have with him works.
I don't think of any of that because I'm completely raptured in the full beauty of his content slow fluttering of his eyes when he opens them. Hiscontent, the sleeping form is so relaxing that I find myself having a hard time letting go of this. His arm is wrapped around my waist as if I'm his favorite fucking pillow. Remembering what happened last night, we talked, and he offered to take care of me and.... he cuddled me?
What the actual fuck happened?