Time
Dawn checked the clock- two hours late. She put pouted slightly and plopped down on the couch. She listened to the clock tick and felt her eyes grow heavy. Her head slumped against her shoulder and drifted off.
Cyrus stretched as he walked up from the basement, casually looking over the living room. His gaze came to rest on the girl on the couch, fast asleep. He glanced at the clock- four hours late. She would hate him for the next few days for missing their date. He picked her up off the couch and walked towards her room. He laid her down and stepped back.
"You're late."
"Go back to sleep."
"No. You promised me. I'm holding you to that."
He raised one eyebrow, "Tomorrow."
She sat up and stared at him, "You promised me."
He sighed, "Fine. Get ready."
"If I find you in the basement..."
"I'll be on time. I promise." He briefly considered rolling his eyes.
Cyrus works in his basement, if you must know. Likely Dawn couldn't stand the machines' noise.
