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me? I believe he is.
    Suddenly my image of Elysium shifts to the image of the dark cave. I heard Nyssa's name. How does she fit into this? Where was I? In hell?  
    All these nasty unanswered questions. I can feel my anxiety growing quickly, but I'm brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the door.  
    "Viv, you alright?"  
    I smile. I'm in a tub for crying out loud. What could happen? "Yeah, I'm good."
    "Holler if you need me."
    "Okay." I can't help the smile that spreads wider. For some strange reason, I can still sense him on the other side of the door. I sink underwater, giggling as the idea of Mikah making sure that I’m okay and that I stay okay hits me. It’s heady and mildly overwhelming, but at the same time it sends a ripple of happiness through me. Something similar to the way I felt in my dream.

ELEVEN
    After what feels like forever, I finally climb out of the tub, warm and sleepy. After drying off, I put on the pants I pulled from the closet, noticing that they have a wide waistband that hugs my bump nicely. The pants are soft and comfortable. I forgo the bra, opting instead for just the t-shirt. Then I wrap my wet hair in a towel, grab my dirty clothes, and head out into the hallway.  
    I take a moment to really look around the apartment. Although it has rather expensive-looking electronics, it’s also very common: no fancy artwork on the walls, no fancy leather furniture. It has a homey feel to it. Is this the way it's always been, or was it done this way just for me? I’m struck by a sudden curiosity to see Mikah's apartment.  
    Only then do I notice Mikah on the couch, his laptop on his knees and a look of intense concentration on his face. He doesn't notice me until I get closer. There are very few lights on in the condo, which is nice, and he's drawn the shades on the large glass patio doors.  
    The TV is on, but muted. I can't tell what's on, but it looks like news or sports.  
    Finally he looks up and smiles. "Feel better?" he asks.  
    I smile back. "I feel great. Just going to go put my clothes away, and then do you mind if I join you?"
      "Not at all," he says as he closes his laptop and places it on the table in front of the couch.
    I go dump my dirty clothes on the floor of the closet near the Converse, and as I come back out toward the living room, I see the TV flickering as he changes channels, looking for something to watch with me. His bare feet are stretched out on the coffee table.
    I stand quietly in the doorway and just watch. So normal, so mundane. Not something I'd picture a big-time businessman doing on a Sunday night.
    After a couple of minutes of watching him, I walk quietly around the couch to sit on the far corner opposite him.  
    "I don't bite," he says playfully.  
    I turn and smile at him. "I know."
    "Then why are you sitting all the way over there?"  
    I shrug. "It seemed appropriate." All the other times we cuddled together have been on his initiative, and I don’t feel comfortable pushing a boundary I’m not sure of.
    He gestures with his outstretched arm for me to come closer to him.  
    A flash of excitement runs through me and I crawl across the couch toward him. I put my head on his shoulder and snuggle into him. It only takes a moment for him to bring his arm around me to rest his hand on my hip.  
    I let out a silent sigh of contentment.  
    "What would you like to watch?"  
    I shrug. "I don't care."
    "Okay then."  
    He flips through a couple more channels and comes to settle on some show. My eyelids are very heavy so I'm not paying much attention. Before I know it, my eyes close and I'm asleep.  

    "Wake up, angel. Let's get you into bed." His voice is sweet. Wait, did he really just call me angel ? "Come on, sleepyhead."  
    My eyes flutter just a little bit, but I don't want to move. I'm comfortable.  
    "Do you want me to carry you?"  
    I wiggle a little deeper into our cuddling. "No, just leave me here," I mumble.
    He laughs. "Then where will I