My first Friends fic! I hope it goes well...
Don't own anything
Light. It is a glorious thing, really. The way it spills over the floor and walls like liquid gold, a gentle flowing river. Of course, it is hard to appreciate this beauty when it has just woken you up.
Light was spilling into the small apartment as a result of the rising sun. It illuminated a man laying in the couch, his mouth half open in slumber.
It did not look as though he had planned to sleep there; his head was not on a pillow and he looked uncomfortable, as though he had been sitting on the couch until he was too tired to stay awake any longer.
As the light hit Chandler's face, his eyelids fluttered, but did not open fully. "Turn the light off, Monica, it's early," he muttered, rolling over. Or, at least he attempted to roll over, but fell off of the couch with a dull thud.
Groaning, he sat up and looked around in confusion. Why was he on the couch? He couldn't remember arguing with Monica, but he was too tired to think.
Looking at the clock, Chandler saw that it was only 5:30. He crawled back onto the couch, put a pillow over his face to block the light, then continued sleeping, not knowing that Monica was not even in the apartment, not knowing that Monica was in the arms of another man after a drunk night. Chandler knew none of this, so he slept.
K, that was the prologue. Good? Bad? Let me know