Moaning

The cabin was quiet when I woke up, it was already dark out showing me that I had slept the entire day away. I never got enough sleep but finally being green from everything made my body relax unconsciously. The feeling of being well-rested was quite foreign to me but I like it.

I sat up and stretched out, a blanket slipped down my shoulders and I looked at it in confusion. I didn't recall covering myself when I fell asleep.

Connor…

I prefer Connor to Timothy honestly, one of the white-coated men that touches us regularly was called Timothy. He always wore large dark-rimmed glasses that covered half his face and then he had a disgusting beard that always stank anytime he came close…which was a lot.

Why would he cover me with a blanket? Was this tactic to make me feel guilty for snapping at him or is this a form of apology? At that moment I realized that I won't ever understand human emotions, they are strange people that also feel shit that is very much strange.

And still, you want to feel what they feel.

A voice at the back of my mind, I cleared my throat and also my thoughts brushing away the fact that it was true. That no matter how much I understood how weak and vulnerable humans were I wanted to be just like them…I'm still human or rather, I used to be…a very long time ago.

As I set my feet on the ground, the coldness seeps into my bones and I let out a sigh. My shoes were right next to me but I didn't want to wear them, I wanted to feel the cold…I wanted to feel.

I looked at Connor's seat, it was scattered, everything out of place. His bag was left wide open and some of the contents spilled out. It looked like he rummaged through the bag to find something. My gas shifted to the blanket on my lap and another sight escaped my lips.

Humans are weird. I concluded.

Connor is weirder. I realized.

I walked to his seat, a bright blue cardigan was folded neatly right next to the chaos that was his bag. Most of his clothes were out and then three books with black thick covers.

Dominion….

I noticed the name of the first but not the name of the author, I ignored it. There was an old mp3 player, the type that my parents probably used when they were younger or something. It had a music tape in it, there was a terribly scribbled title that my eyes couldn't make out.

Then there was his phone in the bag, I wondered why he left it behind and gone out. It was the same brand as the one I was gifted by the government but his was the latest edition.

Fancy…

It got me thinking if what he said to me was true, that he owned the train. My mind went back to that room he showed me, where he said he cleared his head. I thought about the books and the thought of going there and just falling asleep appealed to me very much.

He might be there right now or maybe at the bar and restaurant having dinner or something.

Maybe I was a bit too harsh…

What am I doing?

I'm going through a stranger's belongings…why?

Well, Connor isn't strange to me anymore even though I know nothing about him except the fact that he might be the owner of one of the most luxurious trains on the 6 continents.

I wanted to know more….

"It is quite rude to go through other's things without permission you know"

Thanks for the lecture.

"I was bored," I tell him, when I turn around the look at him he is standing much closer than I thought. I was almost startled but then again there was no reason to be, it's just Connor, with his hair wet with sweat and a bloody nose….that's a new look.

"So you go through my stuff to get rid of your boredom?" He didn't look angry as he spoke rather he looks amused like what I was doing was funny.

"It didn't help much," I say and create much-needed distance between the both of us.

"I see…in that case maybe you should continue" he takes a seat and I hear a low groan as he sits.

He's in pain.

"What happened to your face?" His brows raised like he wasn't expecting me to ask, does he think I'm blind or something?

He touches his nose and looks at the now bloodied finger. A low chuckle. A wide smile.

"I ran into a few friends on my way," he says, he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that I'm still holding on to his phone like it belongs to me.

"Friends?…" I say skeptically.

"Friends" he nods, I shake my head and walk back to my seat. Who knows, maybe that's how friends greet each other in this part of the world. By beating each other up and giving themselves bloody noses.

"Aren't you hungry?" His eyes are still on me "You were sleeping quite deeply, I was tempted to wake you up but you looked so fucking adorable and all moaning in your sleep the way you did" he laughs as he speaks.

Moaning in my sleep?

"Moaning in my sleep?" I look at him to find any traces of him joking on his face. I do not moan in my sleep, I don't even sleep talk.

Connor nods, still laughing, probably finding me more amusing than his bleeding nose. The bitch.

"I'm hungry, are you?" Connor asks after a few seconds of silence. I nod my head and he smiles at me, walks up to me, and stretched out his hand. I take it without hesitation and just like we're back to normal… whatever normal is between us.

His hand is warm and solid and it feels so natural, him holding my hand the way he does. We leave the cabin hand in hand, something I never imagined I would do with anyone.