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Ochalla
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A dull ache greeted Genevieve before she opened her eyes. She even considered not opening her eyes, after all it could only get worse. If she stayed still eventually maybe it would go away. As consciousness wrestled it's way to the surface she became aware of the fact that her feet were cold, yet a blanket was half covering her face. She also felt at the fabric of the pillow under her, but she felt something besides the fabric.
It was the feeling of skin that woke Genevieve completely. She sat up quickly and instantly regretted it. She covered her eyes with one hand and groaned. She sat there for a bit one hand losing her up as she decided if she wanted to die or not. Then she remembered what caused her to sit up and she slowly slid her hand away from her face looking right at Mathew. She had slept on him again? Maybe that dying thing wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Morning?" she said still goggy. She then tugged on the hem of her shirt staring at him in bewilderment caused by her headache and something missing.
It was the feeling of skin that woke Genevieve completely. She sat up quickly and instantly regretted it. She covered her eyes with one hand and groaned. She sat there for a bit one hand losing her up as she decided if she wanted to die or not. Then she remembered what caused her to sit up and she slowly slid her hand away from her face looking right at Mathew. She had slept on him again? Maybe that dying thing wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Morning?" she said still goggy. She then tugged on the hem of her shirt staring at him in bewilderment caused by her headache and something missing.