C155 Whatever they want

A faint noise jolts me awake. I peel one eye open and stare at the ceiling. Where am I? I don’t have a portrait in my room. I yawn again. Everything is foggy till the memories from last night rush back in.

Our house.

My room.

We have our own house!

I straighten up and press a hand to Ben’s side of the bed. It is still warm. I hear it again, the sounds of metal hitting metal