After brushing my teeth and just as I was about to lie down, I suddenly realized a problem.
The blanket—there was only one.
Even with the air conditioning set to thirty degrees, it was still December in the north.
Brandon and I exchanged glances. I gathered my courage and spoke first.
"How about… we sleep together?"
Brandon let out a sigh.
"Aren't you afraid?"
I blinked and said, "What's there to be afraid of?"
...
Brandon looked a bit helpless. "I can do without the blanket."
I panicked. "No way! You paid for the room, and you shouldn't sleep on the sofa or go without a blanket. What if you catch a cold?"
He stared at me, making me feel a little guilty.
I shrank my neck, "Well, even though I really want to give the blanket to you, I'm afraid of the cold."
I raised three fingers to the sky, "I swear, I sleep very honestly!"
He sighed again.
It sounded like he was reluctant. "Fine."
I placed a bottle of water in the middle of the blanket as a dividing line, and we each took our side.
Brandon's breathing was shallow as he slept. I was initially a bit tense, but as time went on, fatigue washed over me, and I fell into a deep sleep.
I had a strange dream.