You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Blueberry pancakes

Liz's pov

The morning sun rises up shining the light in the crack of my window blinds. I groans when the sunlight hit my eyes and I turn the other way around and snuggled into my blankets for warmth. Before I can go back my dreamland, I heard a whisper in my ear,

Jack:good morning sunshine. It's time to get up now. Sun's high in the sky, and we wouldn't want to miss out on such a beautiful day, wouldn't we?

I felt him sitting down on the bed close to her do to his weight. I groans and pulled the covers over my head trying to go back to sleep again.

Jack:hey now, sleep is good for you but too much of anything even sleep, can be bad too. Come on, let's get going!

I felt his hand nudging me gently on my shoulder and I growled by a little dog not wanting to get out of bed and wrap my blanket into a cocoon.

Liz:come on jack...not today. It's Saturday. Saturday are for sleeping in!

I feel him shift slightly, maybe even a little closer.

Jack:Saturday's can be for lots of other things too through. Like walks in the park. Or trip to the museum. Oh! Or even...breakfast pancakes?

My ears perk when he said the word pancakes. I pop my head out of the blanket looking at him curious.

Liz:...pancakes?

Jack:pancakes.

Liz:...what kind?

Jack:blueberry's my specialty. But I can't make them in bed, haha.

I let out a sigh. I sit up from my bed and did a little stretch hearing my bones pop. I scratched my head.

Liz:alright. Alright. But tell me this. Since when do you make pancakes?

Jack:well I've been NOT been able too.

Liz:so you can actually make pancake?

Jack:I'm not bad.

He smiles cool-ly, yet warmly. It's a mature and gentle confidence. I feel my stomach full of butterflies. I haven't felt this happy from being paid attention from a ghost clown. This..man thing?

Jack:now go and get yourself ready while I go start making the pancakes.

I nodded and got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. I don't know what to call him. He's strange anomaly to be sure. I can touch him, see him, hear and feel him. He's as real to me as anyone else, and I notice the morning sun even catches in his hair like he's as real as I am. And yet...I'm really not sure he is. It's not so bad. Because I don't care what he is. Whatever he is, is something that can make me pancakes. And that means pancakes for me that I don't have to make. Before I know it I'm out of the bathroom finishing brushing my teeth and fixing my hair. I entered the kitchen and to my half surprise and half not, there he is. Mixing a bowl of pancake batter. He turns to the stove and ladles out a healthy dollop of batter, speckled with round, plump blueberries. He then turns back to me and grins.

Jack:look at you all fresh faced and starry eyed! Ready to tackle the day?

Liz:eheh...maybe?

Jack:that was a trick question. No morning is complete without a nice breakfast. Gotta put some fuel in that in that tank before you get all revved up! Haha!

He talks so enthusiastically about being healthy. Usually people like this are annoying but something about the way he does it makes me feel fuzzy inside, and...I actually want to do it? It feels attainable and reasonable, and like it comes from a place of genuine concern for my well-being. What is this man?

Jack:Liz? Are you ok?

I jump as I return from the realm of warm fuzzies and back to reality.

Liz:oh! Yeah! I'm fine! I'm...not used to having someone around who cares about that kinds stuff. That's all.

His gaze softens.

Jack:well you'd better get used to it. Because I'm not going anywhere.

And with that, the cakes are plated and breakfast is served. It was only three cakes but afterwards I'm stuffed to the brim. Jack mentions something about them being made with love but I don't see how that equates to them being more filling. It strangely does make sense through. Clean up is quick and I help some as thanks for the meal. As I put the last dish away, I stop and glance at the clock on the wall.

Liz:wow, is it really only 8:30? Feels like it should be noon.

Jack:that would be the beauty of starting the day nice and early "dawning" on you.

I deadpan at his pun cause it was hella bad. I groans in annoyance.

Liz:are you fucking serious jack!

Jack:haha! Sorry, sorry. I know. But you have to admit, it got at least a little bit of a "rise" out of you!

Liz:that's terrible! You're terrible!

Jack:well you know why they call me sunny day jack?

He makes a cute neko face with his tongue sticking out a little. I sweat drop as I glared at him.

Liz:no, but I'm scared to ask any further.

Jack:because I've got jokes...for days.

It was silent for bit.

Liz:wow....I've never felt more betrayed in my life.

Jack:awe...don't be like that, Haha!

I give him a playful shove and we get our giggles out. It all feels so natural and healthy and wholesome. It's like...he's my best friend? Am I really getting attached to this guy? Now I know I must be crazy. Still. I say nothing about that, as I flop onto the couch. If I can't sleep, then at the very least I'll enjoy some morning vegging out.