My eyes open to a newly brightened day, warm sunlight spilling through the window and over the sofa where I lay. The sound of heavy footsteps descending the staircase sluggishly, resounds through the quiet house. I squint my eyes to see out of the half-open door, and find Tom's nude figure stepping down from the bottom step, to the wooden floor of the hallway. I pull the duvet over my head to stifle the cruel sound of irrepressible laughter; after knowing him for all of my teenage years, I am unable to evoke any other reaction at the sight of his gangly white body. I escape the confines of my goose feather tomb and bound up the stairs into Emily's bedroom. I climb beneath the heavy duvet with its plain white quilt cover and lay beside her sleeping silhouette.
"Just saw your hot boyfriend's bony bod'", I whisper into the ear not pressed to the pillow.
A smile creeps onto her sleepy face, followed by a gentle cackle, "sorry you had to witness that," she states, speech slurred, eyes still closed.
"She text me last night," I bite the skin surrounding my thumbnail.
"And you replied?"
"No... should I?"
I see her eyes open as the late morning sun filters through the duvet covering our faces, "you love her," comes her succinct response.
Her eyes close again and we lay in silence, the sound of Tom pottering around in the kitchen the only thing distracting my ears from my pounding heartbeat.
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