I had the feeling I was being watched, even though I was asleep.

My eyes snapped open of their own accord and I turned over to see who I thought was Edward... Edward Cullen! In the chair in my room watching me sleep!

Edward…..?", I mumbled, sleepily "why a-" , I meant to ask him why he was in my room but in the blink of an eye , he was gone.

I could not, and would not go back to sleep, I wanted to confront him about this and I had to be confident in my own mind that this wasn't a dream.

I glanced at the clock on my way to the kitchen it was 5:15 in the morning, I think I could stand not going back to bed, not that I could after what happened anyway.

I started on my breakfast, glad to be up early enough to have something besides cold cereal to start my day.

I started on some French toast and an omelet. Heating the margarine in the pan and turning to the refrigerator to get the eggs and milk out.

I set those on the table, and cracked a few into a bowl. I reached to my left, only to realize that I had forgotten to get the bread.

I walked back over to the refrigerator to get some bread, trying to reach to the top, where the bread was, and completely failing

"Damn," I swore under my breath "why do I have to be so short?"

Turning, again, back to the table to get a chair to stand on and putting it next to the refrigerator. I climbed up, and was immediately sorry because, being me, I lost my balance and was heading straight towards the, now, farther away floor. I closed my eyes, preparing for a hard landing, when a pair of very strong arms caught me, and stood me up.

I was so shocked by this that when I was finally back on my feet I jumped a few steps backwards and turned to look at who had caught me. They weren't there. I did a 360 turn looking around and spotted him. I was so shocked I blacked out and the next thing I knew I was waking up to my alarm at the time I would normally get up.

I got out of bed and rapidly showered, brushed and blow-dried my hair. I put on a blue blouse and the inevitable jeans, and headed downstairs.

I was starting to get out the cereal and milk when I glanced at the counter and noticed a plate wit a short stack of French toast and an omelet on it and a note, folded in half lying next to it. Then I remembered my hectic half morning before I had gone back to bed.

"Wow" I said, impressed "he even finished making breakfast for me … I'll have to thank him later."

I popped the plate into the microwave and opened up the note, it read, in his impossibly neat script:

Dear Bella, sorry for the scare this morning,, see you at school.

Edward

P.S. try not to hurt yourself on your way to school

I would get him for that.

I finished my breakfast and headed to school, It seemed, I couldn't get there fast enough, I guess I was excited to see him. It was unnatural, unhealthy, but I didn't care, I put it out of my mind and focused on getting to school as fast as I could without carving a path of destruction wherever I went.