Pillow Talk

C3 | morning after

He woke up with a lump on his front, his back pressed into the mattress and the pillows discarded to the side of the double bed.

Looking down he saw Pooja wrapped in his arms, snoring softly. A smile tickled his lips and he flicked her nose lightly. His lips widened into a beam as her nose wrinkled up and she wriggled awake.

"Mm, what time is it?" She groaned, burying deeper into his chest.

"Almost 9." She was baffled. I've never slept for more than two hours at most and that's if I'm lucky, she thought.

She shot up like a rocket, "9 in the morning?" She couldn't help notice how delicious his rumpled hair looked.

"No, 9 in the afternoon." He rolled his eyes, "come back I'm cold, you're like a human heater."

She squinted her eyes. He knew she was more like a human icicle but he also knew that wasn't healthy. He wanted to keep her warm.

"I'm gonna go get breakfast." She rolled away from him and sashayed to the kitchen. After a while he did the same, his bare feet padding along the carpet.

She was perched on the high chair, gnawing at a granola bar.

"Ah a true university breakfast," he sighed as he got a beer.

"It's 9AM and your already drinking. I hope you get liver damage before you're 30."

He winced at her comment and went to sit beside her. They had breakfast in silence.

"That is never gonna happen again." He cocked his head in confusion and she clears her throat. "The um, the cuddling.."

He just looked at her for a while, observing.