You snuggle up closer to Phil, the warmth of his body radiating onto you. You pulled the blanket higher over yourself. The occasional flicker of lightning highlights Phil’s shiny black hair and perfect profile. His ceramic skin looks smooth, but you resist the urge to embrace his cheek, as you did not want to wake him.
Phil’s asleep, a tranquil expression rested on his face, a small smile curling in the corners of his mouth. Phil’s calm state took your thoughts off the images etched in your mind from the nightmare before. You longed to see his brilliant eyes gaze at you and reassure you were not still trapped in the dream. Phil was here, he was present and alive, not like the dream before had convinced you.
Another flash of lighting illuminates the whole room and makes you recoil into a fetal position. Suddenly, Phil began to stir. He rolled onto his side so he was facing you. His eyes fluttered open and he gave you a sleepy gaze with his icy blue gems for eyes.