Vira stirred groggily, turning over in her bed. Her eyes slowly opened,the morning light shining across her wooden floor. She sat up, rubbing her head, a headache sitting at the back of her skull. She slid her feet off the bed and  , walking to her dresser, strechtching her hands to the ceiling and letting out a small yawn. She looked at her liquid silver eyes in the mirror, her blond braids a mess. She slowly took them out of the braids and ran her fingers through the waist long waves. Then, out of the corner of her eye something moved. She whipped around, and froze. Across the room, in her desk chair, lay sleeping the white haired man. Every moment of last night rushed through her body, tensing it up.<br/><br/>And let it relax just like that.<span style="font-style: italic">He didnt hurt me.</span>She let out<br/>out a long sigh and sat back on the bed. There, she watched him till he woke up.