My eyelids flickered open again and focused on Daemon. He had his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the wall but I knew he was listening to everything. Dee talked about taking me home if my mom couldn't leave. I was struck again by the twins. Daemon and Dee didn't belong here, but I did. I could blend easily with the whitewashed walls and pale green curtains. I was as plain as the linoleum, but these two seemed to light the room with their flawless beauty and demanding presence.Ah, the medication was kicking in. I was poetic. And high.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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The narrator awakens to see Daemon, who appears to be resting yet attentive to the conversation around him. Dee expresses concern about taking the narrator home if her mother can't leave, highlighting the bond between the twins and the narrator, who feels out of place in this environment. She perceives that while she blends into the surroundings, Daemon and Dee stand out with their striking beauty and strong presence.

As the narrator reflects on her situation, she feels the effects of medication enhancing her poetic thoughts. She recognizes the contrasting dynamic between her plainness and the twins' allure, revealing her sense of insecurity and longing for connection. The moment captures a blend of vulnerability and admiration as she contemplates her identity against that of Daemon and Dee.

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