Lucy felt the light on her face but she refused to open her eyes. She refused to do so because she knew that if she did, she'd be forced to face who was lying next to her. And she wasn't ready to do that yet. Instead she kept her eyes shut and in an evasive maneuver, rolled sideways and out of bed.
Safely on the floor - whose floor? - Lucy opened her eyes and peeked through her fingers. She'd landed in a pile of laundry, shoes, maybe both belonging to her - she herself was wearing an XXL Metallica t-shirt and nothing else. Oh wait, she had on one sock. Sitting up slowly Lucy peered over the edge of the bed and at the person who she'd been lying next to.
"Oh thank Christ" she breathed. He was still asleep.
Getting dressed as quickly as she could with her head spinning, Lucy couldn't help feeling as if she was in a Margaret Atwood novel - did any of those heroines wear Metallica t-shirts? Finding her shoes Lucy pulled her hair back into a pony tail and looked back once at the sleeping figure on the bed. Despite everything, Lucy allowed herself to smile.
Fuck it, she was keeping the shirt this time.
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