Fall in love in a weekwe get by

He appeared next to me and pulled me out of the chair. Very opportune, because I reminded myself of a piece of the same pudding that I had recently eaten. I can flutter, but I can’t move meaningfully. I would actually fall asleep with my nose on the table – amazing progress after sleeping in a chair yesterday.

I grabbed the professor, almost hugged him. Somehow, lately he has often served as my support – in the literal sense. Thank you, it doesn't flinch. He even grabbed me around the waist. Probably to make it more convenient to guide my carcass in the right direction.

“The bedroom is upstairs,” I said.

“Extremely valuable and timely information,” noted Norwood, who had just stopped near the stairs. Why are there such steep steps here? I haven’t noticed it until now, but in my current state the only way to overcome this climb is by crawling! Probably, the house was built for teetotalers and people leading a fashionable “healthy lifestyle” in my world. The professor also appreciated the obstacle. He chuckled and said: “So, we solve the problem in the most acceptable way.” Hang in there.

And I took off into the air. Oh! I grabbed Norwood by the neck, and he held me under my back and knees, like a child. And with such a load he cheerfully stomped upstairs. Strong.

“No one has ever carried me in their arms,” I said for some reason.

– Enjoy. So, where to now?

– To the left. I'm enjoying it. It's a shame that this is a one-time event. I'm not the type of woman you like, am I?

– Yes, I just like to carry all the suffering ladies up the stairs in my free time. You know, miss, if you weren't in a faint state, I would think you were flirting. Yeah. Here she is!

“I’m not flirting,” I objected offendedly. – Honestly, I'm deadly serious. By the way, you can already put me on my feet.

– Well, I do not. You in an upright position and without mixtures can be dangerous to yourself and others. Our goal is the bed. The most reliable and safe place.

I didn’t understand how he threw back the covers and blanket. A movement of his eyebrows, no less – what would have happened to him? He laid me down. Said:

– The shoes are definitely unnecessary. The rest can be dealt with.

I didn’t care anymore; I would have fallen asleep in my shoes if he hadn’t taken them off. It was as if the contact of the head with the pillow had triggered the hypnotic effect of the mixture of two-thousand-and-so-on in full force. Through the approaching sleep I heard a quiet voice:

“Good night, Miss not-Blair.” Rest.

And I fell asleep. Softly, smoothly, as if rocking on the waves of a warm sea and slowly plunging into them.

CHAPTER 5. Day five: Saturday

That night I didn’t dream of any blue portraits, I didn’t dream of anything at all. Or did I just not remember? But I slept surprisingly well. I'll have to tell Norwood. By way of feedback from a grateful experimental patient.

My head was clear, I immediately remembered that today was a day off, I didn’t need to go to the Academy. It’s completely unclear what to do with the day. Although yes, I was going to start running. You still need to find a sports store and get a suit, sneakers, and maybe also buy dumbbells for a set.

“Yes, yes, dumbbells. Definitely. ? also a hula hoop and a yoga mat. – For some reason, my inner voice sounded with the poisonous intonations of Dr. Norwood. – Lost her mind. Three days left, what kind of running, what kind of dumbbells?!”

I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. Was it necessary to remember this right in the morning?

? Today is Sabella's birthday. Poor woman, how can you even organize a holiday, knowing that the life of your only son hangs by a thread?

However, I was not invited. But maybe he’ll invite you again? No, I’ll ask myself. And not even because it is necessary! After last night I wanted to see Norwood. It was as if something had happened between us, something unexpectedly good… and there was still something misunderstood.

Did I dream or not about his “Miss not-Blair”?

Ask when we'll meet? No, I won't. A slippery topic in which if you say “a”, willy-nilly you will have to reach the end of the alphabet.

Didn’t she ask you in a dream that I wasn’t his type of woman? Nightmare. It seems that this mixture is also liberating. The effect of talkativeness and slight intoxication. I hope I didn’t say anything completely inappropriate.

Okay, it's a day off, but we have to get up. And the first thing is to undress and take a shower. Sleeping in the clothes you wore all day at the academy is a very below average pleasure.

? then – coffee. And not with pizza! It's time to join some more masterpieces of local cuisine.

A great plan to start your morning, no matter what time it starts. I’ll decide what to do next after coffee.