Finny's room has somehow become our room and I think the process of that started long before we got together. Most of the books I've read this summer are piled up beside his bed that I'd spend the last few months curled up on. My clothes are mixed in with his in his hamper and there's traces of me all across his room. It's the way it was when we were kids, but better.

Sometimes I nap in his bed while he plays video games and I wake up only to stir when he climbs in beside me to hold me. I don't think he's always tired but he stays there anyway, and when I wake up in the evening, he'll put a movie on his TV and we'll lay together with tangled limbs and intertwined bodies as we watch. Now, I don't have to shy away from pressing against him during scary scenes, or grabbing him during the sad parts. Neither does he have to subdue himself when he reaches out to comfort me, pulling me against his chest so I don't have to see the parts he knows will upset me. Finny is always there to protect me from the hard parts of life, and I have a feeling he always will be. Somehow, it makes even the most fearsome parts of life seem bearable.

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I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing Autumn curled up asleep in my bed, more comfortable there than I've ever seen her anywhere before.

Though, I think it's fair to say that now it must be considered our bed, considering she's slept beside me in it every night for the last month.

It's a strange thing, to see the girl I love fast asleep in the very bed I spent so many nights dreaming and agonizing over her in. Now, like a dream materialized that I never thought I'd experience in my waking life, she's somehow miraculously here, and it's better than anything my subconscious could've ever dreamed up.

"Finny," She says, voice thick with sleep. Does she know what her voice saying my name does to me? Is she aware that it affects me more than anything else anyone has ever done? "Yes, beloved?" I say, pretending I was paying more attention to my video game than I was to admiring her sleeping form.

"Will you come to bed soon?" She asks, her brown eyes wide with longing.

And I say yes, of course, beloved. Because the only thing better than watching her sleep in our bed is being in it beside her.

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