GILMORE GIRLS
The next morning, Rory and Lorelai awoke in the same bed. Lorelai didn't look very pretty in her frog pajamas, and the hair spray from the night before had rematerialized itself in a molecular structure so that it was all pushed to one side, curly and frizzy like Sheila E. Not that that was a bad thing. In the 80s.
Moving along. Lorelai was all pushed to the side and curled up with a frown on her face. She kept shuffling around in Rory's bed, pushing the sheets along with Rory.
Rory looked more comfortable. She had made the smart choice of wearing loose pajamas to bed, and as for her hair…it was cutely ruffled. Jess would have liked it that way.
Jess was leaning towards her face, noting how soft her skin was, and the incomprehensibility of how her eyes could be so blue.
"You have killer blue eyes," he said. "They match your sweater really nicely."
She smiled.
Jess reached his hand toward her face and stroked it softly. She smiled again and let her head meld into his hand. They sat together like that, at a table by the window at Luke's, for a very long time it appeared. She thought that maybe Lorelai was trying to come inside, and that Dean was outside either upset or sad, but she couldn't be sure.
Lorelai jabbed Rory with her foot and Rory's bizarre dream sequence was over. She realized her dream was a dream and sunk deeper into her pillow and buried herself in covers and her arms, and even clung to Lorelai.
Lorelai was neither awake or asleep it seemed, but in both states, she had been highly afflicted with something. She was sweaty from all the tossing and turning she'd done the previous night, but was too upset and lazy to get up.
"Rory," she mumbled. She turned to face Rory who quickly shut her eyes. "No, you're not asleep. Wake up." Lorelai shook Rory who twisted to face Lorelai with an early morning scowl on her face.
Lorelai sighed and rubbed her hands up and down her face, through her hair along her neck and down her legs until she was rejuvenated enough to get up.
"What do you want to do today?" she asked, looking over her daughter.
"I don't want to think right now," Rory replied.
"Do you want to call someone and have them come over?" Lorelai asked.
"Who, like the Ghostbusters?"
"No, like Lane or someone."
"Someone who?"
"Someone anyone."
"Huh." Rory sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees and stared at herself in the mirror.
There was a short lull so that each Gilmore girl could think deep thoughts.
"What time is it?" Rory asked.
"Seven," Lorelai answered. "Eew…" she said.
"Blech," Rory concurred. She jumped out of bed and stuck her toes into her furry pig slippers. "I'm going to go outside," she announced. "It's been so long since I had a nice conversation with Babette's knomes."