The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of someone coming into my room. I didn't move, just played like I was sleeping. Obviously that wasn't a good idea.

"I know you're sleeping. I can tell."

I stayed still. I just wanted to play a little game with him for a while.

"Come on, get up…"

"Mmmm… I don't want to," I mumbled.

His presence became stronger as he came closer to me. I had my eyes closed, but I could sense something. "Don't touch me." I couldn't sense it anymore.

"Well then! I shall go and eat breakfast by myself… it will all be for me."

"What's for breakfast?" I was rather exited.

"You won't know unless you get up…" Wow he was good.

Wait, I was still in my nightgown, I couldn't get out of bed yet! But I wanted chocolate… oh well, what is the worst that could happen? Not like he would comment or anything right? I pulled the blanket off of myself and sat on the edge of the bed. "My hair!" I screamed. "It's straight! … And so soft…"

"Of course it is, it's supposed to be." He became rather tense, I could see it. I went over to the closet again, and got out my wardrobe. He was watching me the whole time. I didn't like that, it made me uncomfortable. I turned around and went over to him. I picked up something imaginary off the floor. "I think you dropped these."

"What are 'they'?"

"They're your eyes, Mr. Wonka. Now put them back into your head where they belong."

I went into the bathroom and got changed. I had a complete set of hairbrushes, makeup, and anything else I needed. This was amazing! I got completely ready and went back out.

"Alright, breakfast is on."

He just stood there, staring at me. "Stop it! I'm Miss Wonka, not Mrs.!" Did I just say that?

"What is that supposed to mean?" uh oh, I upset him. I had to cover for that. He gave me the same look, only stronger. I started to giggle. "Stop it!" he was waiting for me to smack him wasn't he? I wanted to leave the room, but I would have to pass by him. I didn't want to! I did though, and I walked through the door. I was quickly accompanied by him.

"Now, where did you…" I felt something on my head.

"Here, you will need this too."

It was a hat and a cane. Not completely identical to his, because mine were more precise. The cane was almost the same, only the top was transparent pink and blue.

We entered the kitchen where Chocol was waiting for us. "It appears that Miss Wonka is a bit… flustered. May I ask why?"

"Chocol, may I speak with you privately?"

"Yes of course."

We went into the back room. "I'm afraid that Mr. Wonka has a certain… thing for me Chocol. It's beginning to scare me."

"What would make you say such a thing?"

"Watch him once, and you will see. He stares at me… in such a… delightful, I mean, unusual way." We went back out. He had that look on his face.

"You're right," Chocol whispered, "I've never seen him do this before. It seems that Mr. Wonka has a thing for you. Be careful."

Careful? Why would I have to be careful? It's not like it's dangerous.