A short song fiction wrote for the tumblr: rizzles-songfiction(dottumblrdotcom) and edited by hambiguous(dottumblrdotcom). A million of thanks to you my friend for helping me and for running this amazing tumblr. It was my first attempt to directly write in english. I hope one day, by practicing, I'll be able to write long and beautiful fanfictions...

Song: Animal by Neon Trees

I hit the alarm button with the palm of my hand to stop the noise. God, how loud does her clock wanna beep? It's Sunday and this damn woman still hasn't turned it off!? Once I'm up, I'll yell at her for that… as usual. Great. Now my head hurts. I guess I drank a lot beer last night. As usual we had a great time together, I remember laughing a lot.. ended up sleeping at her place because she wouldn't let me drive 'in a state of intoxication'.

Alright stay awake, Jane. Argh, her bed is too soft and her sheets are too warm. Nope, too late.. can't keep my eyes open.

The second time I wake up, it's because of the sound of her bathroom door. I can hear her steps. She tip toes to her closet and when she stops, I can't help but peek open an eye. With her back to me, there's a white towel tied tight around her body, her perfect brushed hair falling over her shoulders. I smile and close my eyes again. I know her little ritual. She just took 45 minutes to shower, to comb her hair and then she'll take another 15 to pick one of her expensive outfits and to put make-up on her face. Though she doesn't need it. She's perfect in every way. I could start to count the reasons why she's perfect but a lifetime wouldn't be enough…

"Jane? Wake up Jane."

Huh? I hear her voice and feel her hand gently rubbing my bare arm. What the hell, I swear I just closed my eyes for one more second..? She's standing next to me, one knee on her bed and it's hard not to smile back at her when she's giving you a look like that. I groan and grumble begging her to let me sleep 5 more minutes… as usual. She starts to laugh.

"What?"

She's giggling some more. It's infuriating me but I can't stop staring at her lips as she chuckles.

"Sorry but your hair… You haven't dried it before you went to sleep yesterday and…"

I will not let her finish her sentence and certainly not let her make fun of me like that one more second. Even if I know my damn curls deserve to be laughed at after going to bed with them still wet. That's it, I'll give her a real reason to laugh. I put my arms around her beautiful body, throw her to the other side of her bed and start to tickle her ribs. Her giggle is now more frenetic and I stop only when there are no sounds coming from her throat anymore. That's it. Another weird moment where we're staring lengthily at each other. Her mouth is still wide open and I'm so close of her face I can feel her warm breath crashing on my own. Do it Maura, please, you know I can't. But I also know she won't do it. We stay like that for a while but I don't have enough time to really enjoy it because she's already back to our reality. Sometimes it's me but this time it's her turn. She puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Your mother is in the kitchen and she prepared us a breakfast. You know how angry she is when eggs are cold."

Yeah I know it, alright. I also know how weird it is the fact my mother, living in her guest house, is preparing us a breakfast the morning after one of our nights spent together. I nod and lie down next to her to let her go. She does and I watch her slowly run away from our weird moment. I can't blame her, I often do the same. But one day, one of us will be strong enough to admit our feelings. One day, these moments won't be weird anymore. One day…