Page 64 of Life To My Flight

My eyes felt gritty as I opened them the next morning.

They burned with the need for more sleep, but my bladder was extremely persistent, so I got up with the upmost reluctance.

My bed felt heavenly.

Why was it that I’d tossed and turned for nearly an hour the night before because I couldn’t find a comfortable position, and then this morning it feels like I’m sleeping on the cloud? Everything felt perfect.

Rolling out of bed and walking with my eyes closed towards the bathroom, I skipped over the light and did my business in the dark.

I used the dispenser of hand sanitizer on the counter and walked slowly back to my bed, rolling into it and snuggling under the comforter.

Then my bed shifted as a body rolled towards me, pulling me in close.

I laid my head against Cleo’s pec and breathed in his scent, knowing exactly why I’d slept so well, and was reluctant to let myself think about why.

“Morning,” he mumbled.

“Sleep,” I answered back.

“You wanna go for a ride this morning?” He rumbled.

His chest vibrated underneath my cheek, and I shook my head no.

He chuckled and wrapped both arms around me, folding me into his body like a life-size Cleo cocoon.

“I’ll ask you again in an hour,” he laughed slightly.

I murmured an “okay,” and fell back to sleep.

***

Rue

“Wake up,” the annoying voice asked.

I ignored the bothersome voice, refusing to acknowledge it in hopes that it’d leave if I stayed extremely still.

Boy was I wrong.

Instead of leaving me alone, the annoyance continued to pester me.

“Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey,” Cleo’s infuriatingly awake self, crooned into my ear.

“No,” I moaned.

“Yes,” he said as he removed the covers.

I stayed as still as possible, hoping that if I pretended to sleep, he’d leave.

I was wrong.

“Come on,” Cleo pleaded. “I’ve been working for nearly a week straight. Please. I want to ride.”

“I want to sleep,” I whined into my pillow.

I was extremely tired, and my bed felt so beautifully perfect.

“Eggs?” he asked.

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