I awoke to the morning sun and chirping birds, pulling me gently from the haziness of my sleep. Unwilling to wake, I snuggled deeper into my duvet, pulling it over my face. Contrary to my wish to sleep longer, my eyes were no longer heavy from sleep, seemingly ready to meet the day.
Slowly and reluctantly, I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the yellowish light seeping through the window blind. The second was a man, with his eyes glued to me.
"Good morning," he greeted, a charming smile appeared on his face.
Surprised, I hid behind my duvet, "W-why are you staring?" A cluster of thoughts crowded my mind. How do I look? Did I drool? Did I do something weird in my sleep? Why was he staring at me so early in the morning? Since when did I start to become so conscious of him?
"Don't you know that one's eyes are always attracted to beauty?" he let out a chuckle, "How can I not stare at you then?"
