I came back with a pillow and blanket in hand, and she had already passed out. I felt so thankful that she decided not to try driving home.
I walked over to her and picked up her feet, removing her sandals, and stretching her legs out across the sofa. I tucked the pillow behind her head, her eyes flickering open for a moment and closing again. I pulled the blanket over her, the brushed her hair away from her face.
She was beautiful, funny, and honest. And, she was here. She was so close all of this time. I could have known her so easily all of this time. The chances of this were so slim. My chest ached at the thought that she might leave and that this was all just the craziest dream I've ever had.
I kissed her forehead.
She breathed out a content sounding sigh.
I was falling in love with her.
I must have been insane, but I didn't care. I wanted to spend my foreseeable future with her.
The thought that she was my wife flickered in my mind, and I felt scared that she might want to change that. She wanted to be with me, but did she want to undo what we'd done and just date? It felt backwards.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was thick and sleepy.
"I was just thinking about you," I told her.
Why hold anything back now?
"I'm so tired, but I can't seem to stay asleep," she sighed and opened her eyes. "
"Are you uncomfortable?" I asked. I didn't know how comfortable her dress might be, but from my experience clothes not meant for sleeping often weren't.
"I guess," she grumbled and sat up.
Her eyes were quitting and her hair was already messy from being pressed against a pillow.
"You can borrow a shirt and some gym shorts, if you want," I offered.
She nodded, so I took her hand and pulled her off of the sofa. I lead her to my bedroom and started to dig through my dresser.