Daime

Sleepyhead

"Morning, sleepyhead."

I wake with a groan, shutting my eyes to block out the light that's hurting my eyes. I know Leo's standing over me, waiting for me to wake up. I open my eyes and get up, but then there's a stab of pain in my head, and I let myself sink back on the couch.

I look at Leo, who has a mix of amusement and worry on his face. "Not your day?"

I shake my head, which proves to be a mistake. "I'm just going to stay in bed today" I answer, trying to ignore my pounding headache. I push the blankets away; they're too warm right now.

"What's wrong?"

"Dunno. My head feels like I've been head banging on a wall, and my temperature is rising to the moon".

He laughs, but then tells me: "You shouldn't have gone outside yesterday. You probably have the flu or something."

I shrug, and realize that my throat is sore. I start to get up, to get myself some water, but Leo pushes me back. "What do you need?"

"Just some water that will do."

He turns on his heels to go to the kitchen, and returns with a bottle of water that I empty almost immediately. "Want something to eat?"

I shake my head, because food sounds terrible right now, and I always eat as little as I can, to save more food. He smiles at me. "I'm just going to try and sleep some more."

"You do that, Daime." He pauses for a moment. "Do you realize that your name is making me hungry?"

I stick out my tongue, and then he leaves, so I can peacefully sleep.

The next day I feel much better, and am awake before he is. I guess I've slept for at least 14 hours, which is more than I've had any night since, well, you know what happened. No need to share details. I'm in the kitchen, trying to find where Leo left the supplies we brought yesterday. Finally I find them, tucked away in a drawer where all the plates stood.

Guys. Leave it up to them to mess up your entire kitchen. Like the world isn't enough of a mess already. I sighed, and started collecting the food we'd brought from the most random cabinets, and re-arranging them. I was almost done when I heard footsteps.

"Morning," I said, turning around. Leo stood in the doorway, wearing an old, oversized thsirt, and I tried very hard not to look at his bare legs. Oh my...

He smiled, looking very sleepy still. "You feeling better?"

"Yeah. I was about to make breakfast."

"Cool," Leo answered, and left the room, and I looked anywhere but him. Only then I realized that I'd been sleeping in his clothes, the same ones I'd been wearing for two days now, and quickly ran upstairs to change into that one set of clothes I actually owned. It was an old Supermanshirt, with some minor holes now, and a pair of loose jeans. They'd properly dried now, and I quickly pulled them on, to run back downstairs to make breakfast. I'd found a small cooking set, like the one used on camping, and some gas, so that's how I got along. I quickly baked some pancakes, with the mix, and some sojamilk. I know you weren't supposed to use sojamilk, but I'd long run out of diary milk, and I just hoped it would taste well. I'd been living like this for a while now, and I realized that in the long run, I might have to change to living on a farm, see if there were some livestock left; really make a living. It didn't look like help was going to come soon; and let's face it; most of the population had died out. I nodded to myself, it seemed like a good idea.

I turned the third pancake and took them to our living room. I tried not to notice how I already said 'our', instead of 'my'. Leo was rumbling in his bag, under the couch.

"You know, there's a room upstairs. Just because I fall asleep on the sofa doesn't mean you have to sleep in a chair. You can sleep in a real bed, you know."

He shook his head. Thank god, he'd changed into decently clothes. I didn't like what those bare legs were doing to my mind. "That's your bed, upstairs. And it's only one bed, so it's yours. You were here first, anyway." And like he can read my thoughts, knows what I was thinking about him, there's that smile, that sexy smile. God..

Quickly I put the pancakes on the table, and then I realized. "Wait, you haven't been upstairs" I said, frowning. He sat down on the opposite table, and I gave him two pancakes. "I watched you sleep, that first night-". He wanted to continue, but I interrupted him.

"Yeah, because it's not already totally freaky to find someone in your kitchen in the morning, but you watched me sleep too?" I was about to fall for this guy, but now he made himself sound like a total creep. "Hey, I had to know if someone was living here, you know."

"That doesn't mean you have to watch me!"

I wasn't really upset, not really. I was just afraid of what he'd heard, because I knew I made a lot of sound in my sleep.

It turned out, that he knew that too.