”“And does this fairy tale have a happy ending?”“I have no idea. The story hasn’t been written yet. And we’re just on the first page. Are ...ou willing to write it with me?”“I’m not sure I’m in any frame of mind to write a story,” she sighed.“Part of this story has to be about you getting help.”“And then?”“I don’t know how the story ends. Heck, when I woke up this morning, I had no idea writing this story was even possible; I’m just making it up as I go along right now!”Jocelyn shook her head, “I. I knew sooner or later I’d have to open my eyes and feel the familiar nauseous ache, so I did it quickly. Everything was kind of blurry for a moment, and I blinked a few times to un-cloud my vision. I was lying on my side, my right arm outstretched a little on the bright white sheets. When I raised my eyes to look over to where I thought a bedside clock may be, my eyes focused onto a sleeping face a few inches from mine. Scared shitless, I leapt from under the covers and was on my feet beside. Just as I was gathering my few possessions and preparing to leave, I saw her arrive. We were about the same height and she walked with a certain confidence that had not been evident in her voice. She took a seat at a table near mine and sat back in her chair. Her honey coloured was hair tied back, allowing me to better see her slender cheek bones, delicately arched brows and the graceful outlines of her face. She wore light make up, letting a few freckles peek through around a strong, elegantly. She opened her eyes so big as if they will fall down and resumed the process of cooking. I helped her with cooking. While doing so, we had so much fun.When she bent down to pick some ingredients from lower shelf, I would poke her. When I tried to reach out to the upper shelf, she would tickle me,and so on.After our breakfast, we watched a movie on TV for a while.When the movie turned boring, I switched off the TV, pulled her on me, lifted her in my arms, took her to the bed, and made her lie.