I'm Genuinely Embarrassed...

Stroke, stroke.

Tap, tap.

Along with the feeling of a gentle hand caressing my forehead, I felt something long—ah, right, a finger. A finger cautiously tapped my cheek... Hmm?

Why did I feel two different touches?

With my mind hazy from sleep, I recalled once again what had happened before I fell asleep.

I definitely... Ah, right. Mist forced me to sleep, right?

Then were all these touches Mist's...?

'I don't think so.'

The touch I felt on my forehead seemed to be Mist's, but instinct told me the touch tapping my cheek belonged to someone else.

"Mmm..."...