The chores done, you ended up sitting upstairs. Ivan put the unused sink pipe against the wall in the kitchen.
"Today was good, da? I got everything done with your help. Thank you!" He gave you a beaming smile.
"It was no big deal," you said with a dismissive wave. "I had to help somehow."
He glanced around. "I could show you to your room, now, if you want."
"That sounds good."
It was much better than you expected. The bedroom that he had set aside for guests was quite adorable, actually. It was much larger than your room at home, and had plenty of room for you to move around in. The headboard of the bed was against the wall facing the door. A window, which was covered in drapes, was on the far right wall.
You stepped in, placing a hand on the antique dresser. On top was an even more beautiful lamp, the glass shade holding the pattern of sunflowers blooming. Overall, the room was frosted with different shades of yellow.
"You like it, da?"
You nodded. "More than I would hope for."
His signature smile, that you were growing to like more than you really were aware, blossomed on his face. "I am hoping you will not have to be staying here long if you have things to do at home. In that time, you can make yourself as comfortable as you like."
You smiled. "Thank you."
He nodded and left, leaving you to look around the room a bit more. The drawers were empty, of course, aside from one that held spare sheets and pillows. When you tried to peek out the window, it was far too dark to even see five feet out. You flopped on to the bed, letting the thick, feathery quilt puff around you before settling back down. It felt like you had just stomped through some very thick snow.
A knock sounded at your door. "Amy?" you heard Ivan say.
"Yea?" you called from the bed.
"I am not quite tired yet, so I am going to be watching a movie. Do you want to watch it with me?"
You sprung up and went to the door. "Gladly!"
The movie he had picked out was, of course, a Russian one that you had never heard of before. Strangely, it was titled 'The Italian'. There were only a few supposedly Italian characters in it, which rather confused you. Ivan put on the subtitles so you could understand what was going on.
As it turns out, it was about a Russian orphan who was going to be adopted by a rich Italian couple, and everybody started calling him the Italian. Your eyes began to droop a bit. There was a scene where he found out about how this one mother committed suicide after she found out that her son had been adopted. Were your eyes always this hard to keep open?
Ivan's arm was soft. Although he did have quite the set of arms, they made a fantastic pillow. Maybe it was the cashmere of his sweater that made it so. Was it cashmere? You should ask him. But you didn't quite feel like moving.
No matter, Ivan wasn't reacting. Little did you know, the floors were being pushed aside for the growth of something beautiful. Sunflowers. Sunflowers dusted in powdery snow.
Hopefully Ivan's floors wouldn't suffer too much from water damage. That would be very unfortunate. He had such a nice home, with such nice floors, with such nice guest bedrooms.
For a bonus, he also had so many sweaters. Sweaters were good. You could wear sweaters for ever. Everybody should wear sweaters forever. Sweaters were the best thing to ever exist.
With a sudden realization, you became aware that you had fallen asleep. Although you had not opened your eyes, you simply knew that you had fallen asleep. Lead-like, your eyes cracked open, making more progress as time went on.
The screen showed the homescreen of the DVD. Not only had you missed the movie, you slept right through the credits! Hopefully Ivan didn't mind. Then you realized, you had fallen asleep on his arm.
Your hand crept up, pinching the bridge of your nose. Think, Amy, think. You have to wake up and get to the guest room that Ivan had given you. At least he had the decency to put a blanket over you. If he had done as much to do that, wouldn't he have turned the TV off, though.
With a bit of trouble, you sat up. You had been on your side, splayed across the sofa. It was when you put your hand on the cushion that you realized something.
Ivan was fast asleep as well. His head was lolled back onto the back of the sofa, mouth open in the natural way that mouths do during sleep. You had been laying across his lap. His hand that had been on your hip for some reason now was between your back and the sofa.
Best not disturb him, you thought. He was also cute when he was asleep!
With sleep still in your limbs, you stood. After a bit of stumbling, you managed to stand straight. Now to stumble to the guest bedroom, where you would not get into such an awkward moment again. You also couldn't be rude, though.
You draped a blanket across him, trying to put it as high up his torso as you could. He hardly stirred, only catching shortly in his breath for a moment here and there. Even though you felt a bit like a creeper, you took a moment to admire him. The way his wheaten hair fell, it graced his face ever so gently. Something about the way his face sat, however, made it look like he was tired. Tired of the world, or at least had been under some great stress that made him temporarily that way.
With a dreamy smile on your face, you shuffled to the guest room. You fell onto the bed, not even feeling the sheets before the world was gone to you.
Author's Note: Please remember to review! Also, check out the story my friend is writing in return for this one!
