Sarah found herself in her car faster than she thought she would. She drove to Mort's so fast she got pulled over and some how managed to talk herself out of the speeding ticket, which had never worked for her in the past. At least that was one thing that went right for her. She got to the cabin and didn't notice Mort's car. She sighed and parked anyway. When she got to the door it was locked.
"Dammit " She groaned and searched on her key chain for her key. When she found it she opened the door slowly.
"Mort?" She called a bit hesitantly, already sure he wasn't home.
No one answered, the cabin was empty.
She looked around and discovered that the place was upside-down. It was a mess. It looked like a hotel room after a rock and roll star had a weekend of binge drinking and a fight with his girlfriend. Sarah was so shocked, all the other times she had came there it was spotless and now it looked like a hurricane had hit it. She shook her head and set down her purse. Not too sure of what she do. She knew it wasn't like Mort to be THAT messy. He was the kind of man that would leave his towel on the floor after a shower but always clean his toothpaste out of the sink. Not the kind of man that would leave dishes everywhere, chairs upside down, newspapers all over the floor, clothes scattered randomly about the couch and the phone in the middle of the floor, etc.
She looked around for what seemed to a lifetime and decided to pick up what was laying around the floor and clean up the place until however long it took him to get home. Little did she know, she'd be cleaning all night. She ended with the mass amount of dishes and put them away. She glanced at the clock. 10:30 pm. She rolled her eyes and dusted her hands on her hips looking at the now, once again, immaculate cabin. Sarah was exhausted she didn't feel like driving all the way back home and she knew she'd really confuse Mort more if he came back to a spotless cabin so she decided to stay the night. She made a bed for herself on the couch, realizing that it probably wasn't right to sleep in his bed. She drifted off by 11:30, still wondering where Mort would have gone for so long.
Mort came home that night at around 1am, he had seen Sarah's car in the driveway and saw that the cabin didn't have any light on, so he figured that she must have fallen asleep. He shook his head, knowing she'd probably do what she did and that's why he left.
He walked in as quietly as possible and made his way half way up the stairs until she woke up.
"Mort..." She glanced his direction over the back of the couch.
Mort nearly jumped but didn't bother to look at her. "What?"
That broke her heart. "Never mind." She sighed and rolled back over, the couch making a creaking noise.
Mort felt bad that she was on that couch, he hated that couch, it was uncomfortable and small, and Sarah was 5 foot 8, which is tall to be sleeping on a piece of furniture. He looked over at her and only saw the back of the couch and thanked God for that, and he sighed, feeling sorry for her back.
He cleared his throat and then offered, "Do you want me to sleep on that thing?"
Sarah thought his tone of voice was a bit rude but she knew by how long it took him to come out and ask that it was a genuine offer.
She closed her eyes. "No, it's fine. You're longer than me."
"Fine." And with that he finished walking up the stairs and into his room.

The Next Morning

At about 4am Sarah woke up to Mort nudging her knee.
"Wake up." He said sharply.
"I'm up." She mumbled and went to sit but found it hard seeing as how she had been laying on one arm and it was asleep.
"Go upstairs and sleep in my bed for awhile." He told her and motioned towards his room.
She just looked at him, still heavy with long lost sleep.
"Go, I'm not having you sleep on here all night, that's terrible." He restated.
She went to lay back down but he pushed her back up and practically pulled her up. "Come on, go upstairs."
"Mort, were are you gonna sleep?" She asked.
"Here." He pointed to the couch.
She shook her head. "No way."
"Yeah, I do it all the time..." He said honestly.
"Do you really?" She asked.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"For 8 hours?"
"No, more like an hour or 2." He replied.
"Well, no 8 hours It'll eat you, you sleep upstairs, I'm fine...." She sat back down.
Mort sighed.
Sarah returned it.
"This is ridiculous " Mort said. "I don't understand why you don't just go to sleep upstairs."
"And I don't understand why you won't either " She shook her head.
"Fine, do you have problem with me?" He asked.
She looked at him oddly.
"Sleeping with me?" He furthered the question.
She looked him again and laughed.
He half smiled. "Yeah, okay, just take your pillow and your blanket and don't steal my side of my bed. Do you understand?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I get it."
She gathered her bedding and followed him upstairs.

Sarah placed her pillow directly onto her usual side of the bed and Mort placed his pillow on his, but he put his pillow all the way as far as it was fit to the edge of the bed and when he laid down he laid on his side and did like wise with his body. Sarah sighed and wrapped herself up in her blanket and looked around the room and discovered that all of the pictures where taken down. She held back another sigh. She twiddled her fingers on her stomach, now completely awake. She was so completely overloaded in her mind. She thought about the last time they were in the bed together and her fingers started twiddling faster. She moved her hand down off of her stomach and rested it on the mattress. She starred up at the ceiling and thought about it. She thought about everything. She thought about Mort's story, Mort's problems, Mort's words.... Mort all together...
"Can you stop doing that?" Mort asked growing very impatient with her.
"What?" She questioned.
"Drumming your fingers on the bed. It's driving me nuts." He replied.
"Oh sorry." She stopped and put her hand back on her stomach.
Sarah rolled over to where she faced Mort's back and found it hard not move closer to him. The clock ticked away well passed 5am and finally she inched her way towards him to where there was about a 6 inches between them. Mort went to roll in his sleep and woke up to find Sarah staring back at him closer than he expected.
She didn't move and her heart raced afraid he'd tell her to go back to the couch.
He just looked at her for a moment and slowly shut his eyes again.
She whimpered loudly so that he could hear her and moved closer until her chest was touching his. Mort still didn't move. Sarah placed her head underneath his chin, tossed her blanket aside and pulled at his so that it was partially covering her. Mort remained tough and didn't move embrace her. She sighed and glanced up at him.
"I know you're not asleep." She whispered.
He looked down at her and slowly shut his eyes again.
She sighed and snuggled herself deeper into the crook of his neck and at the same time wrapping her leg around his. She ran her hand down the small of his back and pressed him closer to her.
Mort tried to ignore her but she kept on touching him. She slipped her hand up his T-shirt and found his spine between her nails and at the same his neck barely with her lips and her breath.
"I think you've well crossed over your side of the bed." Mort said careful not to moan.
She smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah... and I'm not really into space... so...." He carefully moved her so that she was laying on her back and further away from him.
She looked at him dumbfounded.
"Goodnight." he turned his back towards her again and shut his eyes.
She sighed, moved clear over to her edge of the bed and mumbled. "Goodnight."