Dans pov
I awoke to an soft sound of little snores breathing into his ear, the feeling of warm little breaths hitting his skin sending hundreds of shivers down his spine...
He slowly opened his eyes ready to stretch when he felt an slight weight held over him. He looked down and blushed at the sight of Phils arm resting across his torso, phil was spooning dan...
I slowly grabbed Phils arm not wanting to disturb him and moves it slightly to the side freeing himself from the warm grip, dan wouldn't have moved phil, he really wished he didn't but Mother Nature calls and had to interrupt cuz Danny wanny had to go pee pee....
I got up out of the bed feeling instant coldness and lack of warmth, it's been really cold lately... I turned around and looked at phil, he stirred around a bit in his sleep but didn't wake up, he looked so peaceful...
I turned around and headed towards to loo. I ended up thinking, thinking about phil... gosh.. his lips... his eyes... everything about phil was perfect... god how much he wanted to smash his lips against his and call him his..
Phils clothes were So comfortable... they smelled so good, exactly the way phil smelled like.... maple syrup and pancakes...
When I was done I walked out and headed towards the kitchen, I felt like waffles... mmmmm wafflessss...
I got out all the ingredients and then started looking for a waffle maker... but the thing was ... I couldn't find one....
"What the hell??" Why wouldn't one simply own an waffle iron???
I kept looking, typing to search for anything that looked like anything that resembled an waffle iron... but no, not one in site...
I fell to floor and stared up at the kitchen ceiling and just layer there for minutes on end thinking about how good waffles were and how better it would be to even have one...
