Sarah sighed and plopped in a pile onto the couch. It was a soft couch. One of those that didn't have any hard edges sticking out for her to crash her forehead against. Lying in side fetal, she wistfully stroked the velvety mass-manufactured olive green upholstery.
Sarah really missed Jareth. And she didn't care if it sounded weak or stupid. She wanted a cuddle.
But there were to be no cuddles that day. Probably not the next either. Or the one after that.
Sarah sighed again and closed her eyes, imagining his wild mess of hair and his sexy impish little sneer. Wishing she could just snuggle up next to him and purr.
Blech. The reality-fantasy divide was wearing on her. And since she was the one to summon him last, she felt there was really nothing she could do anymore.
Just do whatever it was she normally did. Of course Jareth-pining had long become part of the daily routine, so she'd probably do more of that too.