Her eyes opened and the glaring light from outside made her close them immediately. She pulled the duvet cover over her head and paused. This was not her duvet cover. She sat up, braving the sunlight. This was not her bedroom. It was all man-like. She was in a man's bedroom. In his bed! She checked under the covers on a hunch. She was in a man's bed, naked! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. The room looked vaguely familiar, which meant she had been here before, which meant that it was a friend. The man was a friend. Oh God! She slept with a friend! She saw a shirt hanging off a chair and grabbed it. It must be His, since it was way too big for her. She looked around but couldn't see any of her own clothing, then realising she was standing in the middle of the Man's bedroom naked, she put the shirt on quickly.

She paced around the room, racking her brain for any clue to who the Man was. A smell came from another room. He was making her breakfast! And then The Bee Gees came on. She laughed, because there was only one person that listened to The Bee Gees this early in the morning. Cooper must have told - . Cooper! Oh God! This was not happening; she did not just sleep with Cooper. She must have just slept over. He was on the couch. That's what happened; she just slept in his bed, naked. Oh God, she had sex with Cooper. She looked around the room but there was no way she could escape. Except if she jumped out the window, in which case she would probably die. Actually, that didn't sound too bad.

Ok, she tried to calm herself down, ok. This was going to be fine, she was going to go into the kitchen and they would talk about this rationally. They would both agree this was a huge mistake and go on with life. He was making her breakfast. She was wearing his shirt. She had sex with Cooper!!

She contemplated making a run for it but then remembered that the only clothes she had on was Cooper's shirt. So, taking a deep breath and holding it for as long as she possibly could, she tentatively walked out of the bedroom. As she reached the doorway of the kitchen, she could hear him humming along to 'To Love Somebody'. He casually flipped a pancake, then turned around and saw her.

"Hey." He grinned.

And it was like magic. She wasn't freaking out anymore, she wasn't planning a speech in her head, she was fine. And it felt nice.

He held out his hand and she moved closer. His arms snaked around her waist. She smiled as he kissed her hair.

"Vi?" he said.

"Hm..."she turned to look up at him.

"You have really bad bed head."

"Oh shut up." She leant up and kissed him. And he kissed her back. For a split second she remembered it was Cooper. She was kissing Cooper! But then she realised it didn't feel foreign at all. In fact, she didn't think she had ever felt more at home.

He pulled away, "Shit, I'm burning the pancake."

Violet sat up suddenly. It was her bedroom. All Her-like. She was wearing clothes, and she could see the ones she had changed out of the night before. It was ok, it was just a dream. She hadn't actually slept with Cooper. Shit! She had dream sex with Cooper! She covered her face with her hands. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. The dream, it...it was there. She would never be able to talk to him again without seeing that kiss. And the sex... Wait, she didn't actually have the sex! She only dreamt the morning after. She's an idiot, she can't even have dream sex right! She threw her head back down onto her pillow. What were the chances of her closing her eyes and dying? Too small. Sighing, she got out of bed. Maybe a long, long shower would help.