Edward heard his door open slightly. He was in that state, right before awake and blissful dreams or terrible nightmares. Some where in-between. He yawned aruddbtley as the door silently creak open making warm heat flsuh from the down stairs into the cold attic. Ed,-by reaction- sat stragiht up in his warm sheets. He looked to see someone standing in the doorway, his eyes fuzzy. It was late, maybe even early early morning. He felt his bed sag to the left opostie of him. Someone was getting in bed with him, but who? Eventually his eyes cleared and he saw who it was.
Have you ever gotten a feeling, you didnt undertsnad? It was making you warm? Soft or just completley different than you ever act? Your thoughs jumble over in your mind, and you become shaky? Edward went through all of this, seeing it was Winry laying next to him.
He slowly placed a hand on her forehead to see if she was sick, because what on earth would poscess her to get in bed with him? She was cool, maybe the chills of thr room were hiding her fever. She was already sound asleep snuggling closer to Edwards hand and wapped her arm around it, as if on cue a blush spread across the teens face. He looked at the sleeping girl. he laid down slowly careful not to wake her. Turning his back to her as he thought about her soft snoring behind him.
He could have gotten out of bed and slept some where else. He could have carried her back to her room. He could have kicked her out or told her to leave. But he didnt he laid there in Winrys warmth, blushing maddly and more awake than ever.
The moon bounced off winrys relfection, he watched her sleep. What beautiful complexctions she had, this made Edward run his thoughts through his mind once more as if someone else was in his head. Her soft light blond hair pooled aound her a slim peice tickling his cheek as he lay with her. She snored so quietly he wanted to hug her and hold her like a teddy bear. But his pride was telling him to stay still and just enjoy this.
He eventually fell asleep with the blnd girl at his side, not dreaming terrible wicked night mares or blissful sweet dreams. He dreamt of something interely different. He dreamt of winry, ad it had confused him. He had never had such strong feelings about her before and there when he woke up was her sleeping figure with a cocky smile still across her face. As if she liked to make him feel uncomferable. He didnt move, he could have but didnt.
He watched her sleep in the remainder hours of the morning as the sun tinted the slowly fading purple sky orange and yellow. Something deep down inside of him was telling him strange ideas, hug her rap you arm around her but he stayed still.
Eventually he rose leaving her sleeping in his own bed walking down the stairs, he felt warm and Fuzzy. An he couldnt get that grin off his face. He thought about how winry could have went any where to sleep when she woke up but she went to Ed and that made Ed smile. He thought about, how peacfeul and pretty she looked as she slept.
Have you ever gotten a feeling, you didnt undertsnad? It was making you warm? Soft or just completley different than you ever act? Your thoughs jumble over in your mind, and you become shaky? Edward Elric knew, he knew very well. He was pretty sure Winry knew it too.
This feeling... It was love.
