newblood - She's not even my favourite (Dash, feels)

>Waking in an unfamiliar room is a little jarring at first, but the sombre orange light of early dayglow brings a comforting warmth to the room.
>As memories become accessible with the shedding of sleep, you smile at the ceiling, giddy in your current prospects.
>The large bed feels empty, however, and it is up to you to find out why.
>Clad in naught but your boxers and a blanket, you ease yourself up in the bed, gazing around the hotel room.
>Holidays are just fantastic.
>There has to be some science behind waking up here feeling infinitely better than waking up back home.
>A lithe shadow is set on the balcony, visible through the sliding glass doors.
>You rise from the matress, the tiled floor already hot to your bare feet due to the foreign sun beating through the windows upon it.
>You slide open the door.

"Hey baby, why're you up so early?"

>Without turning, she replies.

"Just thought I'd catch the sunrise. I mean... I don't do this deep stuff but it's kinda like it's rising on a new life, today."

"That's because it is."

>Rainbow's newly ring-clad hand grips a morning coffee as she turns, giving you a look without need for more words.
>And then she wasn't real.