At 2 AM, the house was enveloped in complete silence. John slowly woke up, groggily stretching as he realized he was thirsty. Rubbing his eyes, he muttered to himself, “Shit… where’s the water bottle?” 😩
He looked around in the darkness, the dim kitchen light casting long shadows. The silence felt heavier at this hour, and he had no intention of waking anyone up. As his hand fumbled on the counter, his sleepy brain couldn’t quite focus, and he felt around for his water bottle, only to find it empty.
John (half asleep, frustrated): "Great... empty. Now I gotta wake up for this." 🙄
"Ugh, why God, why? (looks at his watch) 2 o'clock at midnight? Are you kidding me? 2️⃣🕑😬"
(rubs his temples)
"I was having such a good sleep too. Now I'm wide awake and thirsty. (sighs) Okay, fine. I'll go get a drink and then maybe I can go back to sleep."
(starts walking to the kitchen, still half asleep)
"Why do these things always happen to me? Can't I just have one good night's sleep without any interruptions? It's like the universe is conspiring against me."
"Okay, let's get this over with. Where's the water bottle? Uh.. Its It's too dark ,why it is so, oh god !damm I want to sleep ....
With a soft grunt, he turned toward the hallway, trying to keep as quiet as possible, his eyes barely open. He crept towards Sam’s room to wake him, but Sam was already snoring away, completely oblivious.
John mumbled to himself as he tiptoed toward the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes: “I should’ve just stayed asleep…” 🛏️
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As he entered the kitchen, the dim light above flickered faintly, casting an eerie glow on the empty room. He squinted at the shelves, trying to locate a new bottle of water, his eyes heavy and barely open. His steps were slow and uncoordinated, but the cool air in the kitchen helped to wake him up a little.
But just as he reached for the shelf, he suddenly bumped into something—or rather, someone. 😳
The soft thud of the collision broke the silence, and before he could react, a gasp escaped from the other person.
"Ahhhh!" 😨
Instinctively, John’s hand shot out to cover the person's mouth, pressing his palm gently but quickly to stop the noise from escaping. "Shhhhh… don't wake anyone up," he whispered, his voice hushed and groggy. 😶
As soon as his hand made contact with their lips, the person lost their balance and began to fall backward. Without thinking, John’s other hand shot out to grab their waist, pulling them close to steady them.
John’s heart raced, but his eyes widened in shock when the dim light finally revealed who it was.????
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"Hold tight, my friends—who she is will be revealed soon, and it's worth the wait. ⏳ But until then, let me remind you: Love isn’t always about finding someone perfect; it’s about finding someone who makes you feel at home in their heart. 🏡💕
Every love story begins with a moment of uncertainty, but it’s in those moments that the greatest magic happens ❤️✨!!
Love At First sight......
