"Where have you been, Meg?"
My mother is prodding me awake with her cane. I shut my eyes. Visions of the previous night replay in my mind. Erik at his piano… Erik gingerly rising to take my hand… Strolling on the roof at midnight… His arms around me… I kiss his cold lips, warming them with my moist mouth… He wraps his cloak around my shoulders… I rest my head on his shoulder and he returns me to the dormitories an hour after curfew… His taste lingers in my mouth…
"Marguerite Celeste, where have you been?"
I smile evasively, "Nowhere."
A/N: I've decided to try and write a drabble every day until I reach a hundred drabbles. Or fifty. Or some other significant number like that. I want to thank my fellow Merik fans, phantomluver4ever1 and dollar-diamond-ring for their kind words and support.