Alone 5

The afternoon turns into evening and soon it's pitch black again. Flighty, uneven starlight twinkles in from behind my head. I don't feel like making any sort of effort, so eventually I manage fall asleep on the couch. I don't wake up until early evening, possibly due to my lack of sleep yesterday. I've never given in to lack of sleep before. My condition must be getting to me.

I shift onto my side and realize that there's something heavy over me. Heavy and leather. I'm a little hazy but I realize I probably got to sleep so easily because I was drinking. Whatever-it-is feels familiar, but my still somewhat drunk brain can't really comprehend. So I fall back asleep, content with the warmth and comfort the article is giving.

When I wake up again, it's as dark as when first fell asleep. My head feels clearer, and I get up more steadily than I might have earlier. And I can see what it was, that was keeping me warm before. It was a jacket.

As soon as I realize I'm ambushed from behind with a hug. My first instinct is to struggle, but my common sense is telling me that there's only one person that would sneak up behind me and proceed to put his arms around me.

I spin around suddenly and kiss Oblio, putting my arms around his neck. He's almost a head taller than me, but I manage. He seems a little surprised at first, but we kiss for awhile before he says a little concerned, "Dare, you smell like alcohol," And I have to laugh. I haven't laughed in so long. It's such a happy sound.