Fallen

+ Chapter Two

I wake up feeling groggy. That stupid dream I had last night left me feeling fucked up. I let out a silent yawn and stretch at the same time. It is only eight in the morning, but I don't feel sleepy anymore, surprisingly. I slowly get up and start to walk to the door.

I wonder what I should eat for breakfast? I want pancakes, but I'm too lazy to make them. I could eat cereal, but I have cereal everyday...

I turn the doorknob and start to open the door, but it falls open on its own. One second I'm standing and the next I'm lying on the floor. I hit my head hard and the breath is knocked out of me. I look up to see that the guy from my dreams, Phil, is sitting on my chest. He has something cold, I'm guessing a knife, pressed to my neck and his expression is one of anger. It quickly turns to one of surprise as he realizes what he has done. I groan in pain.

"Dude, the fuck?" I croak.

"Y-your Majesty! I'm so sorry!" Phil apologizes. He quickly gets off of me and starts to help me up.

"What was that for?" I ask as I place my hand where my head hit the floor. I wince.

"I-I fell asleep guarding your room. I woke up to a falling sensation and I thought I was being attacked. Oh stars, I'm so sorry, Your Highness!" he bows his head in shame.

"Why on earth were you guarding my room? It's not like someone is out to kill me," I say. I walk past him and head downstairs to the kitchen. He follows me.

"You'd be surprised, actually. I'm surprised you've survived this long without a guard," Phil says matter of factly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"There are angels out there who are willing to kill you for your wings. They wouldn't really be called angels if they're willing to kill, but you get the point," Phil explains.

"But I don't have wings," I argue back.

"Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're not there."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just shut up. Your little act back there gave me a headache," I say as I continue to hold the back of my head.

"I can fix that!" he says, a little too loud.

I wince again as he stops me. I start to turn around to face him, but he makes me turn back. I stand with my back toward him while he faces my back. I feel his hands rest softly on my head. He murrmrs something I don't catch. We stand like that for a couple of seconds. I feel a bit awkward, not knowing what to do.

"All done!" Phil says as he takes back his hands.

"Wow," I say. My headache has gone away. The bump on the back of my head is gone too. "How did you do that?" I turn to face him.

"It's all in the hands," he smiles.

I give him a blank look. "I don't get it," I say.

"Nevermind. C'mon, I'll make us some breakfast," he says. He grabs my wrist and starts to lead me through my own apartment.

"You know, I might just keep you if you make me breakfast every moring," I joke.

"Oi, you make me sound like a pet or something," Phil chuckles.

"Sorry," I laugh.

"Anyway, what would Your Highness like?"

"I want pancakes. And how many times do you need me to tell you to just call me by my name?"

"I'm sorry Yo—Dan."

"I meant Noah."

"But that's not your name."