Neon Nights

She laughed slightly, looking up at him.

"You just woke up."

 

"No," she replied honestly, moving her legs and standing up, stretching slightly. "But that's okay. You can sleep more, if you'd like. I'll make breakfast."

 

She laughed, looking down at him.

"Try? You can just get up."

 

She squinted, squatting down in front of him and placing her hands on his knees.

"If you sleep longer, it'll be easier to get up."

 

She grinned at him, folding her arms and resting her head on his lap.

"Trust me. I'll make breakfast while you nap."

 

She brightened, standing up and ruffling his head.

"Great."

 

She went into the kitchen, working quietly, turning on the oven and humming to herself.

 

She came back about 15 minutes later, holding a plate with a breakfast sandwich on it on a bagel, with some hash browns. She sat next to him on the couch.

 

She squinted, holding the breakfast in her hands. She nudged his temple with her forehead gently.

"Abel...?"

 

She was sitting next to him, holding a plate with a small smile.

"I have food for you."