A.N.: Hey guys! Here comes a tiny one-shot collection about Pawnee's loveliest goofball couple. :)

There's been a few mentionings about Leslie talking in her sleep on the show, as you probably noticed, and I just like the idea of that very much.

I hope you enjoy and leave me a few comments, and I'm sorry for all potential writing errors or other slips of that sort. Bye! xx

Leslie's eyelids were fluttering again. The lights were dimmed but still bright enough to read, and yet his book had become less and less interesting over the past few minutes, causing Ben to look at her instead.

He sat there and watched her sleep over the rim of his book, his mouth quickly forming into a wide smile, right before she started talking.

"...s'is no longer a matter of time, dear Minister. I say we ought to stick with the truth here.", she said, quietly, expression earnest. Whatever issue she was talking about, it surely was important, Ben thought to himself. She then mumbled something incoherent about "children being this country's future" and about "the importance of having fun", and Ben quickly assumed that she was dreaming about building yet another park with yet another playground in it, and possibly half a dozen water slides at that, too. Leslie's dreams were predominantly set in a world where she was powerful enough to do exactly what she wanted, and what she wanted was always along the lines of creating an incredible community, or something... He loved the way she dreamt.

"No, please don't stand up, gentlemen, I assure you that the president doesn't require such measures.", Leslie then said, in a slightly deeper voice, and Ben knew that she was trying to impersonate someone else speaking... He chuckled at the thought and rested his elbow on the bed's headboard.

"She's way to cool for that.", the guy Leslie was impersonating then added, and Ben let out such a loud laugh that he was worried to have woken her up, a second later, but Leslie was still fast asleep and in the middle of her political dream.

"But I am asking you," Leslie mumbled, using her normal voice again, "is it worth it? Is the price we are paying for this – the loss of a beautiful old building like this monument; filled with all its history and mesmerizing architecture – worth something as small as one kid's chance to create their own buildings, one day? Their restaurants, their companies, their book stores or laboratories? Is it a good idea to tear this old house down in order to put a centre for job orientation in its place, an institution that might help or inspire hundreds of young people to find their calling in life?"

Ben put his book aside to lay more comfortably next to her, his elbow resting on their pillow, eyes focused on her sleeping features. After a long dramatic pause, Leslie continued with her speech.

"Yes.", she said. "Yes, our children's future is what matters most, and therefore we should surely let the wrecking ball advance... Unless,- and this is something that came to my attention only recently,- unless the job orientation centre we've been promised by our Governor Malroy here was never meant to be build in the first place! Unless this whole time we've been talking about a property that is merely about to get sold to the highest offerer soon enough, in this case meaning the Blue West Bank."

"Ooh, plot twist!", Ben quietly commented, grinning.

At his voice, her body turned slightly towards him, until she was resting on her side and facing him. And her features seemed... calmer, as if there was a happy ending ahead in her dream...

"Therefore, Ladies and Gentlemen, it is our duty not to tolerate this case of venality, and the building in question shall remain as it is today, as the charming "Waffle Museum" we know and love."

"M-hm, obviously.", Ben replied with a smile, and gently he reached for that one strand of hair that covered her cheek, slipping it behind her ear instead. And maybe it was just her "Waffle museum"-dream that made Leslie look so happy, right then,- breathing out a soft sigh.

But Ben could have sworn that she was shimmying closer towards him, too.