Our Perfect Insanity

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

Crystal City, 2011

Jonathan Kilmury 

“I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.”

    ~Edgar Allan Poe

I woke up after quite a refreshing sleep, and looked around the room, my eyes scanning it, keen on finding Sylvia. 

When I didn’t see her at the table, where I last left her, I started to worry. 

As I attempted to sit up, I found something holding my arm down.

Looking down, I smirked. So much for staying awake and keeping watch. Sylvia was sitting on the floor, her head resting on my arm. 

Her breathing was light as she slept, completely out of it.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, moving her so that I could get up. Sylvia jolted and her eyes fluttered open. Yawning, she looked at me and smiled, before realization crossed her face and she jumped to her feet.

“I’m so sorry, Jonathan! I meant to stay awake, I really did, I guess I just… I’m really sorry…” Sylvia trailed off, looking guiltily down at the floor. 

I smirked, standing up and ruffling her hair.

“It’s no big deal, but, I’m surprised that Ariel didn’t try to kill you while both of us were sleeping.” I said, generally surprised. 

Sylvia nodded, frowning in thought as I looked around the apartment.

Walking into the kitchen, I took to hunting out something to eat. There wasn’t much, I had eaten what little food was left in my apartment over the last three days. 

Now, there wasn’t much left but half a box of cereal. 

That’s breakfast, right? A common, lame, breakfast, but, it’s all I’ve got.

Deciding it was, I pulled down the box and grabbed two bowls. Sylvia walked into the room behind me and stood, watching me as I walked over to the fridge and reached into it, before groaning at my stupidity.

“What’s wrong?” Sylvia questioned, and I smacked a hand painfully to my forehead.

“I don’t have any milk, and even if I did, it would have gone bad by now anyways.” I grumbled, and Sylvia giggled from behind me. 

I turned to look at her and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“It’s not funny… now we can’t have cereal and there’s nothing else to eat.” I explained, and Sylvia rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know, we could always eat the cereal without the milk.” Sylvia suggested, walking over to stand beside me. 

She reached a delicate hand into one of the bowls of cereal and grabbed a few pieces of cereal, before raising them to her lips and eating them. She smiled over at me while crunching on the cereal pieces.

“I would think it tastes better with milk.” I told her, and she nodded her head quickly, still smiling and munching cereal.

“Oh, it does. It tastes way better with milk, but, because of someone, there’s no milk in this house.” Sylvia said, crossing her arms again and raising an eyebrow pointedly at me. 

I frowned.

“It’s not my fault! It would have been bad by now, anyways! We should go to the store and get some food… I still have my wallet on me.” I told her, and Sylvia nodded, running a hand through her hair.