I don't remember falling asleep. It's hard to explain I suppose. It's like one of those times that you fall asleep and then wake up, and you wonder to yourself; I fell asleep?
My chest hurt a little as I took breaths of air, and my throat was soar. I guess I had an attack, other wise I would remember falling asleep, right?
Well anyways, when I opened my eyes I didn't recognize where I was, but I did, or rather my mind did. It's sort of like I'm dreaming, because this IS the bed I'm in when I'm dreaming; it's where I come every night, but wait that means…
"TOM!!" I yell out as I jump from the bed, if this is really like my dreams he'll be here!
"TOM!!" I yell out again, and this time I'm sliding on the bathroom floor as my socks propel me forward instead of letting me stop like I wanted to. But I guess that's okay because I slid right into the hard chest of the man I was yelling for.
He looks down at me with soft crimson eyes and I can't help but beam up at him. This is Tom, Tom Riddle and he's in my dreams every night. He's Voldemort, and he's My Cupboard. He's safe.
He smiles fondly when I wrap my arms around his middle and start talking.
"I don't know how I fell asleep but I'm so glad I did. There were screams you see, at the Dursley's earlier and I thought it was a muggle robber but it ended up being this Witch and when she finally made it to My Cupbo-"
"Harry!" There was a soft chuckle, "My little one, this is no dream. You are here, you're at my home. The woman who you saw was Bellatrix LeStrange. She wasn't supposed to cause you harm though, did she?" Tom asked seriously, I shook my head and began to cling to his waist, burrowing against his chest and under his arm.
"No Tommy," I mumble, "I was just scared, I didn't want to leave My Cupboard." He nodded as he ran his fingers through my hair, I smiled.
"Are you afraid now little emerald?"
"No,"
"And why not?" BECAUSE YOU'RE TOM!! My mind had screamed, because it was true, Tom was safe Tom was like My Cupboard and I'd say it again and again until I died.
"Because it's you, and you're just like My Cupboard; safe." I said for the first time aloud. He smiled, a true soft smile, so unlike the ones he shows his followers and I can't help but smile too.
I can't breathe, and this time it's not because I'm nervous. It's because he's smiling and to me, he looks breathtakingly beautiful.
