Aiden opened his eyes just to see Carmila staring back at him. She had her elbow propped on the cushion and her chin resting on her palm.
He squinted, rubbed his eyes, and then looked back at her again. As if he thought yesterday was a dream, he reached out and pulled her cheeks.
"Feels real enough…" he said.
Carmila sighed and rolled her eyes, letting Aiden pull for a couple of seconds before playfully biting his hand.
"That's how you're supposed to check if you're dreaming or not," she whispered, licking her lips.
"Just wanted to double check… ow!"
Aiden's back made a popping sound as soon as he sat up. He reached back and pressed his hand against it as if trying to pop a bone back into place, an old habit he had developed after becoming a skeleton.
Unfortunately, the pain wasn't because something was out of place, but because he was sleeping out of place. He didn't fall asleep on the bed, but on a pair of cushions. Naturally, his back was screaming in pain.
