Carole always relied on her owl Ziggy to wake her up in the mornings, but on this particular morning, he simply let her sleep. Rather than wake to the usual fluttering and squawking, Carole's first experiences were the sounds of soft breathing, tickling strands of messy blonde hair splayed beneath her chin, and the blissful warmth of smooth, naked skin against her own.
Rather than sit up and rub the sleep from her eyes as she normally would, Carole pulled closer the sleeping Tuesday as she recollected events from the previous night. There had been a dizzying progression of music, tears, slow confessions, hasty touches. Heat rose to Carole's cheeks as she realized properly that she and Tuesday had slept together.
Their current situation, however, was not at all an unpleasant arrangement. Carole nuzzled her face into Tuesday's now wild tangle of hair, Tuesday herself presently near the realm of waking.
Carole could feel lips curling into a smile against her breast, felt thin arms wrap around her as a fit of giggles erupted from a still half-asleep Tuesday. Carole admired the way Tuesday's arm wrapped itself so perfectly across her own waist, hands settled intimately low against the girl's back.
"Good morning," Carol murmured, brushing her forehead against Tuesday's.
"Good morning!" Tuesday chirped in greeting, blue eyes dancing with mirth.
The two laid with each other for several wordless moments, breathing, giggling, smiling, brushing limbs and touching fondly.
"Last night," Carole started—
"—I want to write a new song today," said Tuesday.
"So do I." Carole smiled. "Last night gave me an idea."
Tuesday's eyes glittered in a way that made Carole believe that eyes were truly windows to the soul. "Sing to me."
Carole sat up, straightened her back and held Tuesday against her, feeling their hearts beating against each other's chests. Tuesday modestly clung to the sheets, shifting this way and that to better cover them. Carole waited for her to settle,
And then she sang.
It was almost strange hearing Carole's voice without the accompaniment of her keyboard—they really did seem one and the same. Yet even without the other half of her sound, Carole's melody rang clear through the cluttered apartment.
Having nothing near her with which to write, Tuesday began idly tracing letters on Carole's stomach, causing her belly to twitch and her breath to catch. Undeterred, she continued. After maybe twenty minutes of this, with Carole humming and singing wordlessly beneath the warmth of their embrace, Tuesday joined in as well.
"Hold me now. I'm finally fulfilled.
This is what my heart's been waiting for.
Hold me now. I'm finally fulfilled.
Pick me up to dance and
Pick me up again, 'cause I –
I didn't know what to do ~
I thought that feeling never ended.
Then someone came around like you ~
You picked my heart right up and mended.
Before Tuesday could establish a chorus, Carole flipped her over onto the bed, eliciting a yelp from the unsuspecting blonde.
"You had better remember that later, because I can't just sit here and be attacked like that."
"Attacked?" Tuesday questioned.
The words were spoken with an unexpectedly playful note. Rather than offer a proper answer, Carole shouted, "Retaliation!" and launched an all-out tickle assault on her unsuspecting new girlfriend. Tuesday shrieked with laughter, finally rousing Ziggy from his perch.
And so the morning passed without a care in the world. Eventually, the girls settled for breakfast, giving Tuesday the precious time she needed to pen their new lyrics.
Their days had already been bright and full since meeting each other, but now the days to come promised so much more—in unspoken words, Carole and Tuesday had promised everything to each other.
