|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“Mirrielle, I should probably bring you back to your room,” I said. My forehead creased when I realized that this scene was very familiar to me. Then I remembered the same scene at the Palace at Madrid. When she fell asleep after telling me she would only had a nap.
A déjà vu, huh?
I sighed heavily and stared at the woman on my bed. After I got back inside, with a pitcher of warm water on my hand, I saw her already lying comfortably, and even hugging my own pillow like it holds her dearest life.
“Mirrielle,” I called her name once again. I didn’t hear any reply, that's why, one thing for sure, she had fallen asleep.
I should have not brought her here and adhere to her demands, eh?
I shut my eyes tight, suddenly feeling the growing headache. I should have
