When Jon woke up again, he was momentarily shocked to find himself spooning Zoe, his arms wrapped around her. What happened to the pillows he stacked between them? He let go of Zoe and looked around the room. They had fallen to the floor.
He rocked Zoe's body until she stirred awake. She looked at him and smiled. "Hi, sweetie," she said, then as she woke up a little more, her smile faded. "Jon?" She looked around. "It wasn't a dream."
"Zoe, when I woke up, I was holding you in my arms."
Her face turned into a smile again for a moment, and then it faded. "You were?" She felt like she should have been disgusted by that, but for some reason, she wasn't.
And Jon felt the same way. At first, he was shocked by it, but as the minutes passed by, he felt more and more comfortable about it. As if it were no big deal.
Jon looked at the clock, wondering what the time was. It was after 9. No wonder, the bed was so comfortable and soft...Then the banging started.
"Who the fuck locked this door?" his mother's voice said, loudly.
He sighed. "Should I unlock it, you, or both of us?" He asked Zoe.
