Cellmates

Pillows and Sheets

Kendra stretched out on her bed, stealing a glance over at Eliot, who was struggling with fluffing his pillow, they were so flat and uncomfortable that you couldn't fluff them no matter how hard you tried.

"What kind of a sick person would make a pillow that you can't fluff?" He muttered. "It's like trying to fluff a stone slab."

"Give up." She called over her shoulder.

"Ugh." He sighed with disgust and flopped onto his bed.

"What's got your boxers in a twist?" She asked, turning over to face his bed.

"What?" He asked, a shocked expression on his face. "Where did you hear that?"

She shrugged. "It's a phrase, get over it. Hey! That's also a phrase." A grin crept across her face. "You know what? Hey, hey, you know what would be fun?" She said, sitting up and pulling her feet in under her.

He sighed. "What?"

"Playing a little game, I say a weird phrase that no one's heard of before, and then-then you say a weird phrase that no one's heard of before. Yeah, yeah, this could be really, really fun. You start." She smiled at him in such a way that he both doubted and pitied the amount of sanity she had left.

"No."

"What? Oh, come one, Mr. Grump, I'll start then. Hmmm...... hmmmm...." She bit her lip and started thinking.

"Please, let's not do this, this isn't going to be fun." He said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Hush, I'm trying to think."

"Kendra."

"Oh! I got it! Wait, everyone knows that one."

"Kendra."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, it's too hard to think."

"Kendra!"

"Why do I not know very many phrases?"

"Kendra!"

"What?" She snapped.

"Stop, just stop thinking, stop talking, go to sleep."

She wiggled in her bed. "But, I'm not tired."

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "What are you? Four?"

"Fine." She grumbled. "I'll try."

"Good." He said, turning off the lights.

There was blissful silence for a good long while, Eliot was enjoying it, but he had to have known that it couldn't last, it was too good to be true.

"Eliot." A whisper came from across the room.

He sighed and put a pillow on top of his head and rolled over, he would get a decent night's sleep, no matter what Kendra had to say. In all honesty, he was getting really sick of her, and he normally didn't get sick of people.

"Eliot." Came the repeated whisper, closer this time.

His army sense started acting up, he knew she was coming closer, creeping across the cell, ready to jump on him and shake him awake. What a sight for the on duty night guard. He felt a poke and he turned over. "What?" He groaned.

"I've got it." She was standing over him, an unannounced giggle rising in her throat. "Blim-blam." She let lose the giggle and bit her lip. "Do you know that one?" She whispered, crouching down next to hid bed.

He glared at her. "Go to bed, Kendra."

She smiled and leaned in so she was about 6 inches away from his face. "I like it when you say my name."