Love Turns You Upside Down | Eddie Munson

At Last - 20

When I wake the sun isn't shining through the windows like usual. Instead, it's still dark outside. I groan in protest to my body waking me up for no good reason, moving my head over to get away from the glaring darkness. It doesn't take me long to realize I was laying on something that did not feel like a bed, or a couch. And the thing I was leaning on was warm, breathing and I could faintly hear a heartbeat. I jolt upwards and my eyes fly open, my breathing short and rugged. My eyes flicker rapidly with panic until they settle on Eddie whom I can vaguely see in the glow of the light from the kitchen.

"Woah woah woah Didiane it's okay. You're okay." He soothes me. My heart thuds violently in my chest, but I relax slightly once I see Eddie. I exhale heavily and lean back into his chest where my head was before. "Did I wake you?" He softly murmurs.

"No I think I woke myself up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I suck in a sharp breath through my mouth and observe the relations our bodies are in. Eddie is laying down, covering the entire couch, his head resting gently on the armrest on the far right side, his legs right where I fell asleep next to him last night. And, most importantly and horrifying, I'm laying on top of him. I feel the heat of embarrassment rush through my body. I sit up and move to the far end of the couch where his legs are. He leans and sits upward and pulls them up so I have space, tucking them to chest.

"Oh crap, Eddie I am so sorry, I don't remember ever moving to lay on top of you."

"Didiane, it's okay. I moved to lay down sometime during the night and you moved with me-I didn't want to kick you off." I nod. I can imagine him waking up and looking at me, and slowly lowering himself down with me on top of him. I can easily see myself contently cuddled up to his chest, embracing the warmth. Embarrassment is still rushing through me like a flood. I push the thoughts away and I glance up at Eddie, examining his face. The circles underneath his eyes look better then they were, but he still looks very tired. I look to the clock on the wall, the big hand only on the 1.

"Shit it's only 1." I groan and turn back to Eddie. "You can go back to sleep, I will let you be." I go to stand up from the couch.

"No you don't, you're not going anywhere." His suddenly playful voice catches me off guard. Before I can react, his arms snake around my waist, pulling me back down to the couch. I giggle as I fight against his grip around me, and I hear him chuckle. I stop fighting his hold and his arms relax around me, and I close my eyes.

"Is this okay?" He asks softly. I nod.

If only he knew just how okay with this I am. 

He holds me gently and my mind drifts, seeking sleep. He moves underneath me and I force my eyes back open and I move so I'm sitting up. Im in-between his legs, facing away from him, and I feel him lean up behind me. He gently pulls me back to him, resting his head on my shoulder. His hair tickles my cheek and I try to move it aside without moving. He lifts his head and tucks it behind his ear and then he rests his head on my shoulder again, letting out a heavy sigh.

"What time are we meeting back up with everyone?" Eddie wonders.

"I'm not sure-we didn't exactly establish a time yesterday. I'm sure they will call or come over whenever they're ready." He nods gently against my shoulder.

"You getting hungry?" I ask.

"Getting there, but I can wait. It's only 1."