Nothing Will Never be the Same Again – JJ(listen in new tab)
She is awake before her eyes open. The inside black becomes a sharp white. The morning sun beats in through the window, unabated by her eyelids. Claire struggles to keep her eyes shut. Curses herself for not closing the blinds before bed.
Sbeckett purrs lowly on her chest. He tries to make himself heavy and warm so that Claire won’t get up. He always knows when she’s about to wake up and tries the same lame game.
Her head pounds. Too much celebrating. Her night blurred, is not quite a blacked out. More like someone took their thumb and smudged her memory into incomprehension, so that the edges are unknown. She imagines shot three was the one.
She lets out a low groan and sits up. Sbeckett lands in her lap, stretches resentfully. Claire realizes that she’s naked and holds the blanket against her chest.
Claire: “Oh whatever Sbeckett.” The cat jumps off the bed, making soft taps as he heads about his morning business. She rubs her eyes trying to unblurr them.
“What? What time is it?” She slaps her hand in the direction of the voice. Feels a face, then a body under the sheets.
G.T. grabs her hand, props himself up on one elbow. “Stop that. Oh man. My head hurts. Are you gonna make waffles?”
Holding the blankets close to her chest, she looks at him and slaps her forehead. “Jesus, not again.”
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