It's Just Fiction

First Day of the Year

Agnetha had opened her eyes in a bedroom that was large and bright. She felt a warm rush over her skin and an arm across her belly. She took a few quiet moments to take in where she was and how she possibly got to Björn's flat. The gentle move she made had nudged him from his sleep. He smiled and closed his eyes again.

"Good morning," he said in a croak.

"Hi," she whispered. "What am I doing here?"

"You don't remember?" She didn't reply for a few minutes. "You drank... with Lena," he laughed tiredly. Before he continued she closed her eyes and groaned.

"Oh, God... I hoped I dreamt that."

"No, baby," he chuckled. "It was real."

"She hates me more today, I think."

"Impossible. She doesn't hate you." Agnetha gave a face and snuggled into his chest. "How much of last night do you remember?"

"I didn't do something stupid, did I?" Her face grew serious as she asked.

"Not at all, I'm just curious."

"I remember mostly all of it– being at the table with Lena. I remember trying to make amends with her and I possibly failed. I got sick in the bathroom... I think she was too. Then I remember we came here. I don't know why and I don't remember getting into pajamas," she laughed. "Glad I did. I'm so sorry you had to deal with me."

"I was happy to. I forgot how funny you are."

"Do you have anything today?" she asked.

"Nothing, but staying this way with you." Agnetha brought her chin up and smiled. She pressed kisses to his lips as she slowly placed herself over him.

"My stomach is empty. I'm feeling very hungry. Ridiculously thirsty, too."

"Me too," he responded. When she parted from him, she found him laughing and he couldn't stop.

"What?" He shook his head.

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"Your hair. You're really killing it," he teased. "I've never seen anyone pull off bedhead like you."

"Oh... shit. Don't tell me I looked like that at the party," she hurried off of him and fixed her hair in front of the mirror.

"No, I just didn't have the ability to dry your hair after the shower." She didn't know she had taken a shower but when he mentioned it, she received a memory.

She tried to brush her hair down, but it was hopeless. It stuck up awkwardly. She sighed and tried to find anything that'll tame her hair and after a while she had.

Agnetha met Björn in the kitchen. The smell of breakfast made her feel a vigorous rumble in her belly. She couldn't remember what she last ate, or when. A cup of tea was already waiting for her with pancakes and fruit. She missed Björn's breakfast.

"Yes, she's here," Agnetha heard him say randomly. It confused her until he turned and handed her the phone.

"Hello? Oh, hi, Christian," she smiled quickly. "Yes. I'm fine. Alive."

After ten minutes of what felt like a slow conversation, Björn took the phone. "You know, Christian, you and mom can talk later. Breakfast is getting cold." Agnetha shook her head and picked up a fruit. The two had sat facing one another at the small breakfast table beside the window. They watched the snow fall gracefully against the unplowed snow.

"Hope you weren't planning on getting anywhere today," he said.

"I had wanted to go home, but... seems I can't."