When you’re multiracial so you have to be multi-dressed

Ah, I had a very good dream.

I wasn't asleep for long, just...three or four hours? But I had such a good dream that I woke up feeling so refreshed and happy. Weird, wasn't it? Considering I woke up in the arms of a Nightmare.

"Haa..."

I let out a sigh of contentment, scooting closer to the source of that refreshing and happy feeling. His bare skin was cold as usual, but I would rather lay there than on a fluffy blanket.

"It's nice to see you full of smile first thing in the morning," his voice caressed my ear as his fingers ran through my scalp.

I rolled and laid myself on his chest, giggling. "It's nice to see you when I woke up," I poked his cheek and ran my finger on his face, tracing the pattern on his skin. "It feels like...it had been so long..."

"Oh, you have no idea," he pinched my cheek lightly. "I don't think I'll be able to follow the rule if I have to sleep alone longer. Five nights is my limit."