Bad Feeling

I opened my eyes slowly, for some reason I felt strange about myself. The ceiling of the room was clearly visible, it seemed like the lights weren't turned off when I fell asleep.

What happened? I think I just experienced something strange. Slowly, I raised my head, trying to find Pierre. Every time I wake up, his flat face will be seen in front of my bed, his eyes feel penetrating to my heart.

"Pierre, where are you?" I shouted calling his name.

But, wait a minute. Something seems strange. Didn't Pierre and I do something wrong last night? but why do I still wear the same clothes I wore when I took the photo with my grandfather?

"Really? I...it was just a dream?"

"Are you awake Lea?" Pierre's voice was heard, apparently he had just come out of the toilet. Wait, since when did Pierre alias L-01 go to the toilet?

"Pierre, what are you doing?"

"I collected your dirty clothes to wash," he said.

Pierre stood wearing a white shirt and black trousers, there was nothing strange about him. Made me really believe that what happened was just a dream.

"Deg...deg...deg..." my heart was beating fast. Suddenly, images of scene after scene that we did filled my head, making me almost crazy because I was too ashamed of myself.

"Kyaaaa..." I screamed hysterically. What was I thinking that I forced Pierre to do that?

"Leah, what's wrong?" Pierre asked. Pierre's response really made me believe that what happened between the two of us was just a dream.

I curled up while covering my face with a pillow. Embarrassment spread throughout my body, I never dreamed of something like that, since when did my brain become this dirty?

"Huhuhu...what was I thinking?" I muttered while sobbing. What kind of person am I to tarnish a robot police force like Pierre?

"Leah, are you okay? Are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine! For now, please don't mind me. You just go there!" I asked.

"Lea, you haven't had dinner yet. Shall I ask the waiter to bring you food?"

"No need, Pierre! I'm not hungry. Apart from that, you'd better not come near here yet, because I'll go crazy!" I said with my breath caught in my throat.

Meanwhile, Pierre, who still showed his innocent face, made me feel even more like an evil woman. That's not what Pierre is with you for, I can't help but think about that.

Finally, Pierre complied and stepped a little away. Precisely in front of the balcony door. It's okay, at least for now I don't want to see his face.

After remaining in silence for 10 minutes, I tried to strengthen my heart and raised my face again, which didn't seem to be as red as before. While taking a deep breath, I looked back, glancing at Pierre who was standing straight as usual.

"Pierre, what time is it?" I asked nervously.

"10 p.m., Lea!"

"How many hours have I slept?"

"Ten minutes past four hours,"

"But, why can I sleep so quickly?"

"You seem exhausted."

"Oh, I see?"

It seems like nothing happened, when I think back. Pierre and I stayed with grandfather until the afternoon. We had lunch together and spent time in the park until the afternoon. Then, because I was tired, I immediately fell asleep before changing clothes, I didn't even take a shower.

But, what made me dream like that? And why did Pierre have to be the victim of my crazy dream? no, I didn't expect it to be Lucas. It seems even more impossible with that fool, I don't want to.

"Aaaahhgg...why am I like this...?" I shouted in frustration. Would a teenage girl be like this when she became an adult? but to dream of sleeping with a man, isn't that outrageous?

"Lea, what's wrong? Why are you screaming?" Pierre, who always moved quickly, immediately came over to me when he heard my scream.

"No, it's nothing! I'm just a little stressed!"

"Stressed?"

"Yes, stress is a feeling that is a little disturbing. It's like there is heavy pressure on the mind, something like that," I said, pretending to advise super junior robots like Pierre.

"I know, do you need medicine to relieve your stress?"

"Hahaha... that's not necessary, I'd better just take a warm shower..." I said as I got up from my bed and walked towards the bathroom.

I soaked in a bath full of warm water, my head filled with conjecture after conjecture about what made me dream so far.

When I think about it, since being here, I've barely had any privacy. For 24 hours Pierre was always by my side, he didn't move more than 20 meters away. He cared for me, watched over me and took good care of me. Could it be because of that? Is that the reason why I dreamed of something like that with him?

However, in that dream I confessed my feelings to Pierre. Is it true that I have feelings like that for him? but it seems like it's a little different. I love Pierre very much, but that's a different feeling. I love him more like my family, not the love between a man and a woman.

"Yes, that's definitely because I'm always with him. Even at times like this I find time to think about that stupid Lucas. Because he often touches me as he pleases his forehead!" I thought.

Now, how can I show this face to Pierre? Even though he doesn't know anything, looking at his face still makes me embarrassed.

"Pierre, I'm sorry..."

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"Your face is very red, Lea! do you have a fever?" asked Pierre who was standing next to me. Meanwhile I was busy combing my hair, which is what Pierre usually does.

"No, I'm fine!"

"Let me check your temperature!" he said while trying to touch my forehead.

"Plaaakkk..." I spontaneously pushed Pierre's hand away. I really didn't realize why I was doing it.

Pierre was silent and looked at me flatly as usual, maybe he didn't understand my unintentional rejection.

"I...I'm sorry, Pierre. I didn't mean to! But, I'm fine. You don't need to worry. I'm going straight to sleep!" I said as I walked towards the bed.

"But, you haven't had dinner yet. You'd better eat first!"

"No, I'm not hungry! I want to sleep!" I immediately got under the blanket and tried to close my eyes.

Dizzy, my head feels very dizzy. My throat hurts too. I think I have a fever, how about this? Even though the plan for tomorrow is that I want to go with friends, if I get a fever, the plan will definitely be cancelled.

"Uhuuukk...uhuuukk..." I coughed, my throat was getting sore like I had the flu. Not to mention the dizziness which made me feel uncomfortable. The feeling of tightness was like being crushed by a very heavy burden, until my tears flowed without realizing it.

"Mom..." with my eyes closed, I immediately said my mother's name. The first person I think of when I'm sick.

"Mom, I miss you."

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