A/N: Changed the summary. Is it better? XD I think it is, though it's quite vague now XD Anyways I'm sorry haven't updated in like FOREVER, I've been having writers block and have been busy with other stuff. But now I'm back and hopefully my updates will be more steady, but probably not as frequent as they used to be. Sorry.
My eyes fluttered open the next morning to find that it was still much too early. Only the first dim rays of sunlight were peeking over the horizon through the window, the quiet melody of the crickets outside meeting my ears, telling tales of an early rise. But I didn't mind waking up that morning, because the place where I found myself was a good one. Curled against Matt, that is, him spooning me and holding me close, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Breathing in, I caught whiff of his scent, the usual mix of Old Spice, detergent, and ash tray, along with an indescribable scent that was simply Matt.
Matt.
I sighed, twisting my body in order to nuzzle my nose against the crook of his neck. The position was awkward, but it was worth it when he let out a contented, sleepy little 'hmmm'. Cute.
"Humm… good morning, love," Matt murmured drowsily, blinking his eyes open. I felt a soft smile grace my lips as I twisted around completely, so that I was facing him. "Did you sleep well?" he inquired after a moment, scooting forward to kiss me on the nose. Much in ruin of the moment, I sneezed in response, wrinkling my nose in disgust with myself. But he only laughed it off. At the sound of his chortling laughter I couldn't help but grin, hiding my face in his shirt.
"I guess so," I murmured into the striped fabric, trying my best to be discreet about smelling him as I breathed. I doubt he'd have cared if he noticed, though. "I didn't really dream," I added, secretly relieved for this, since most of my dreams tended to end up as nightmares.
Matt chuckled knowingly, brushing his hand through my hair with tender gentleness, making me sigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smiling wistfully, a tiny dust of blush on his cheeks. Turning slightly so that I could see him better, I inquired, "What did you dream?"
His eyes were warm and glowing at the question, and he leaned over, kissing my ear gently so that I could feel his warm breath tickling my cheek. "I was dreaming of you, like every night," he whispered, his lips smiling against my earlobe.
At this I scowled, wiggling away just enough to face him and giving him a stern look. "Bullshit," I inform him, shaking my head. I couldn't help but feel the mild blush on my cheeks though, even as I said this. "You can't control what you dream, stupid."
He laughed, eyes twinkling impishly. "Alright, you caught me," he admitted cheerfully, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head, far enough that I heard his back crack quietly. "I also dreamed about mushrooms… and Canada."
I quirked an eyebrow at him, frowning deeply. "Canada?" I questioned.
Matt nodded. "Yeah, Canada. That's where I'm from," he explained, giving me a rather quizzical look. I stared back, taking in this knowledge.Canada? I guess he does sort of have that accent… and he speaks French, which is common there… I'm not sure how in the world I never figured that before. Guess I'm not as inquisitive as I thought I was… Matt frowned, tilting his head the tiniest degree to the side. "Did… did I never tell you that before?" he inquired, breaking off my wandering train of thought.
I blinked, shaking my head. "Nope," I replied a bit disappointedly, wishing I had known earlier. Then I added, shrugging my shoulders, "Then again, what do you expect? I've only known you for, what, about a week?"
I hadn't meant this in a bad way at all, but as soon as it escapes my lips I find myself regretting it. Matt's face falls, looking quite a bit torn up inside. "Only that long… it seems like so much longer…" he murmured, scooting backwards to lean his back on the bedpost, a haunted kind of look in his eyes. I blink, scooting closer and instinctively placing my palm on his knee, trying silently to let him know that the amount of time didn't matter. That I loved him no matter how short our time together had been. Could he not see that in my eyes?
