Power of Words

Chapter 12: 4 Things and a Lizard

     The Doctor had taken me back to my apartment using his TARDIS. Although I insisted that I would be okay, the Doctor stayed with me during the night.

     I was actually glad that he had stayed. A few times I had woken up to nightmares that I barely remembered. It was nice to have someone else there to comfort me. But I did wonder if he had gotten any sleep during his stay at the apartment. The Doctor might be an alien from another planet, but I was sure that even he needed rest.

     I woke up a total of three times, each time I was breathless and sweaty as though I had just run a triathlon. My eyes darted around the room, remembering the fright I had felt during the dream. I remembered nothing but the fear upon waking up. That was the freaky part. I hated not remembering. If I knew, I might be able to convince myself it wasn't real, but it was a lot harder to do when the source of my fear was faceless. The Doctor just cooed and hummed soothing melodies that I didn't recognize. They sounded weird and foreign, some notes that would seem off-key on their own somehow wove into the Doctor's melodies to make it beautiful and soothing.

     Needless to say, when morning came, I was not the happiest camper in the tent. The Doctor seemed perky and energetic like normal as he scrambled eggs, flipped bacon and made pancakes fly into the air just to land perfectly back in their frying pans. It smelled heavenly.

      "Morning!" the Doctor called as I wandered into the small kitchen, still half asleep.

       "I didn't know you could cook." I half mumbled as I slid into a chair that matched my small wooden dining table.

      "Me either!" the Doctor chuckled, "First time for everything... or maybe not. Mighta done this before. Too early in the morning to remember, but that shouldn't matter much!"

       "Mmmm." I said, not really paying much attention after the first two words of his ramble. I rubbed my eyes and wiped the early morning eye guck on my tweety bird pajama pants. I then turned my attention to the table to find a lot more food than I recalled owning.

     There were four different syrup bottles, at least ten jars of jam, blackberries, blueberries, peaches and a reddish-yellow fruit that looked like a star-fruit but it glowed. There was nutella, peanut butter, ketchup, butter, honey and a jar labelled 'rhubarb relish.' Along with all this were an assortment of things that I didn't recognize. A crossover between a pineapple and an orange sat in the middle of the table, accompanied by a small glass bowl of something that looked like Alfredo sauce but tasted like a mix of fruit and some sickly sweet syrup. On the edge of the table was an orange ball of... something that glowed. This thing was as big as my pinkie nail and it looked like butter. I didn't taste it because I had a feeling that I shouldn't eat anything that was glowing bright enough to light my kitchen. Did I mention that? Something the size of my pinkie nail that could light up my kitchen and still look edible? I had a feeling that it was radioactive or something. Beside the radioactive orange butter was a green blob that looked like wasabi. And right in front of me... was a clean white plate that was as big as my face.

      I heard toast pop from the toaster and the Doctor rushed to get the hot crispy bread. He grabbed my plate from in front of me and without so much as a word, he piled it high with scrambled eggs, four pieces of toast, three pancakes and five slices of bacon. He then proceeded to put about half as much on his own, much smaller, plate.

      I stared at my plate, my eyes about as big as the mound of food in front of me. I looked over at the Doctor to see him in the middle of a bite of crispy bacon.

     "Eat up!" he encouraged, his mouth full of greasy brown crispyness. I surveyed the table, wondering what to try first. I grabbed the fruity alfredo and slathered it on one piece of toast. I bit into it and tasted the warm, fruity explosion in my mouth. Then I scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs.