Good Morning
I hate being woken up before I'm ready to wake up. Alarm clocks are one thing; they let you know that you have something to wake up for. But when you are woken up by some annoying something that just won't leave you alone and let you get the sleep you so deserve, it just ruins the whole waking up process.
Damn that flashlight! All the time I have spent in the feudal era has corrupted my use of regular lights and left me overly dependant on that stupid piece of portable light. I can't even count the number of times I have fallen asleep with my flashlight and woken up with it poking into the worst possible places and denying me my rest. Once I even managed to wake up with it stuck to my face. Of course that meant that I had the Coleman logo tattooed in reverse across my cheek for the better part of the morning until my skin finally managed to smooth out.
Right now though, that stupid flashlight is sticking into my lower back. Maybe if I just shift a bit to the left…maybe the right…damnit! I don't want to move! Moving requires waking up enough to actually…well move. Why does that stupid thing have to be poking me? All I want to do is sleep until a decent hour! Doesn't it know what time it is? I don't really know what time it is, but I have no intention of opening my eyes to find out what god awful hour I have been woken up to witness. All I know is that I am supposed to be sleeping right now and that stupid thing is poking me right in the back.
Well, I guess there's no way around it. If I ever want to get any sleep I'm going to have to remove it. There is just no way someone can sleep with a hard object poking right into their back. Sigh. Why do things like this always happen to me?
I heaved my sleep-heavy arm up and swung it behind me. When I found the offending object, I grabbed hold of it with every intention of flinging it away from my bed so that I could go back to sleep. However, the sharp pain clamping down on my shoulder made me forget about the flashlight situation. I tried to scream, but my mouth had been covered by a large hand that effectively muffled any sound that may have come out of me.
I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that there was obviously someone else in my bed, and that that person was causing me pain and preventing me from calling for help. I tried to move, but I was being held still. I tried to think, but my brain was refusing to function. I was terrified.
"Woman," at the sound of his voice I instantly stilled. It's rather funny how now his voice could make me calm, when before it had always made me jump. "Unless you plan on doing something with that, I suggest you let go."
Let go? What was he…Oh. My. God! The flashlight! Was so NOT a flashlight!
I snatched my hand away and moved as far away from him as I could. Apparently I moved too far because I ended up falling off the bed and landing ever so gently in a heap on the ground with half of the blankets from my bed wrapped around me. I fought through the tangle of blanket, eventually pulling the knotted fabric away enough so that my head was free.
I sent him the dirtiest look I could muster, but being that I had just woken up and my hair was likely matted to my head in the most unattractive manner and I was wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and crouched on the floor, it was probably a good thing that he wasn't looking at me because I highly doubt the look was very intimidating. Not that he would be intimidated by me, but still.
He was just lying on my bed all comfortably as though he owned the place. Flat on his back, his arm lifted above his head and resting on my pillow, his hair fanning out around him as though it had just been brushed to look so damn perfect, and his clothes still immaculate and crease free with the exception of…
"Gah! Can't you go pitch a tent in someone else's bed?"
Oh please tell me I only said that in my head! If you couldn't tell, I'm not very good with this whole morning thing, and sometimes I can't be sure if what I'm thinking and what I'm saying are any different from each other. But I couldn't have said that out loud. If I had, I would be worse than that lecherous monk! Good lord, it was bad enough that I had grabbed ahold of…that…thinking it was a harmless little flashlight, if I had actually said something so vulgar out loud someone please kill me now because I'm sure if that Taiyoukai figures out what the slang means I won't have long to live anyways.
"Would you have preferred it if I had left you outside to sleep?"
There was far too much amusement in his question to make me happy, and the smirk curving its way onto his lips did not help the matter at all.
Hmmm, lets see…waking up to him and his morning wood poking me in the back and being bitten again after I tried to move it because I was still too sleep-dazed to actually know what it was…or waking up to the dewy dampness of the outside which I have been doing ever since I began my travels in the feudal era…tough choice.
You know, now that I think about it, I had no idea that male demons were affected by the same…morning issues…as human men. Then again, Inuyasha always sleeps in trees so it's not like I really have any basis for a comparison. Not like I would want to compare or anything. I already know too much as it is. Talk about a bad way to start you day.
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I was under the impression that a bed is a good place to sleep."
He was joking with me? I must have hit my head in that fall. Either that or someone had replaced the Sesshomaru I know with some imposter that liked to joke around with poor, confused girls after they had been rudely woken up.
"Yes, MY bed is a good place for ME to sleep, but that doesn't explain what YOU are doing in it!"
I was beginning to loose it. I had managed to catch a glimpse of the alarm clock on the table by my bed and if I was reading the time correctly, it was only about 5:00 which, as far as I was concerned, was far too early to be dealing with this kind of thing.
I gave up trying to speak with him, figuring it was a lost cause anyways. I stood up in a huff, fully intent on marching my way to the bathroom and taking a nice long shower. But my haste caused me to trip over the blankets that were still wrapped around my legs; and instead of being able to make a break for it, I was falling forwards towards my bed and the demon that had decided that he wished to occupy it with or without my permission.
He caught me before I could collide with his chest, which, even though was free of his armor, probably would still have hurt because it is solid as stone. He pulled me free of the blanket trappings which had saddled me with this new dilemma and brought me up onto the bed to lie beside him.
"I give up," I sighed as I allowed myself to relax in his hold and my head to rest against his shoulder. "Just wake me up when we get back to the feudal era alright."
"Good morning to you too, Kagome."
I sighed and closed my eyes, mumbling something along the lines of how impossible he was before I was drifting away again into dreamland.
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LOL that was short, but highly amusing ;P I was packing up my camping gear because I'm going camping for the long weekend, and the flashlight I stuffed in my bag gave me this idea when it was being stubborn and not wanting to fit in with all my other stuff. Don't ask me how a flashlight not fitting in my bag would give me this kind of twisted idea, because I have no clue, but I still think it's funny.
Cheers! And to all you Canadians out there, have a great long weekend. And for all you who aren't from Canada, have fun going to work or whatever else you do on Monday (Kukukuku…suckers)!
Later
SahdowsWeaver1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters I am about to weave into my web of chaos. Any and all definitions have been taken directly from Wikipedia the online encyclopedia because I am far too lazy to do any further research to support my Inuyasha obsession.
