#20 Sleep

Puck stared at the young girl in front of him. She had her mouth open wide with a loud snore erupting from her throat, and drool sliding down onto her pillow. It was at times like this that he wondered why song lyrics often said that they "wanted to watch her sleep forever." It was ugly and disturbing.

However, the boy fairy had been given the task of waking the brunette. This is going to be fun, he thought. He had an array of items he would be using to wake her. He picked up the least menacing of the items and held it to her ear. Riiinng! Riiinng!

Okay, so triangles don't work. He picked up a pot and the hammer he had gotten from the shed. Clunk. Clunk.

Alright, that doesn't work either.

He looked at her mouth. It was still open, this went with his plan perfectly. He knelt beside the bed with an overly large battery in his hand. He let it get closer and closer until it touched her tongue. He could see the spark between the battery and her tongue, but it still didn't wake her up. This is harder than I thought!

Time to bring out the big guns…er, sock. He picked up the dirty sock that had been marinating on a rotten steak for the last six months. He held his nose with one hand and brought it to her nose. His eyes watered a little bit, partly because this was just such a great way to wake her up, but partly because the smell had a worse effect on him than cutting onions. He bit his lip as he watched her face contort into a look of disgust.

Suddenly, one of her hands flew to her nose and the other slapped at whatever was making the smell. Her eyes shot open and they adjusted from waking up. She looked around till her eyes fell on Puck. She gave him a death glare.

"What is that?" She seethed, giving each word its own pause.

"Well, duh, it's a sock," he smirked while wiping away a tear that was rolling down his cheek. "Pretty great, isn't it?"

She decided to answer him non-verbally but physically. After slapping him upside the head, she took the sock with her thumb and middle finger and held it as far away from her as possible. She opened the window and let it fall to the ground. She sighed in relief.

"Why did you do that?" She inquired. Obviously just noticing that her room would probably smell like that sock for the rest of her childhood.

"Uh, the old lady asked me to. Well, not in those specific words, because I'm the only one with the brains to think that up, but she asked me to wake you up… 'cause you were asleep." He nodded his head in clarification.

"And you couldn't just have let me sleep for," she turned to her clock which read 6:03," another hour?"

"Pfft. No. I was given a task to do this morning, and as you know, I don't dilly-dally." He puffed out his chest. "And you would have been woken up earlier, 'cept you're like a brick when you're asleep. I took me a few tries."

After a few moments of sleep-induced bewilderment on Daphne's part, Puck spoke once again, while starring at her pillow. "You sleep funny. You're loud, and you drool, in a really gross manner. Not in the kingly manner that I do. Actually, you're quite ugly when you sleep."

Daphne was taken aback at first. That was really mean of him to say she thought. " 'Cause I'm sure you know what beautiful sleeping looks like." She looked at her still closed door. She dropped her voice to a lower one than she had been speaking. "Since you stare at Sabrina all night. Am I right?"

Puck shifted on his heels which he had been sitting on for the last five minutes. "Uh, no. I videotape myself while I sleep, and I'm beautiful when I sleep."

Daphne shook her head disbelievingly. "Sure," she commented. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Oh, well cuddling Kraven usually helps in that department," Puck assured her. Then his chest deflated. Rubbing the back of his neck he flushed and said, "And you really didn't need to know that."

Daphne giggled and hopped off the bed turning towards the door. "Nope, I didn't," she agreed. "But now I know it," She grabbed the handle to the door, "So leave now and let me sleep," she turned the handle menacingly," or Sabrina will never let this go…" She creaked the door open slowly.

Puck huffed. "Blackmail. Should have known you would stoop that low." He pushed passed her through the door frame. "If Sabrina ever finds out…you're going to be in trouble."

"Okay. Good." Daphne jumped into her bed and pulled the blankets up over her head again. "Ah, beautiful sleep."

A.N.: This one actually kinda important.

Okay, so guys. We are one-fourth through this crazy unorganized story! (Pun intended. We are quite organized on this side of the cyber net.)
Can you believe it? It feels like just yesterday I was putting the first one up. So excited to see people's reaction. Well, here it is. The twentieth word. Amazing.

So, in honor of this great event, I was wondering; Would you like a QOTC? (Question of the chapter) It could be fun! I proooommiissse! Anyway, yeah! So, if you want one, tell us, and we'll be sure to come up with a couple doozies. :)

~Red