Sunday Morning, Room 304 [Sorta NSFW]
Angela opened one eye suspiciously to the yowls of a hungry, or possibly just bored, cat. "Can't you learn to feed yourself already?" she asked Min hopefully.
Apparently not, as the tabby's answer was another yowl and an accusing stare at the empty food bowl. As she dragged herself out of bed and shook Friskies into the bowl -- and coffee into her coffee maker -- she thought about the last week.
She had taught a guy from 1057 about light switches and learned that Geoff was leaving town. She had finally met the kid across the hall, hung out in the common room, been obnoxiously cheerful at the library, gotten bitten by a monster and played Dance Dance Revolution with Nadia at Jack Harkness' birthday party, gotten candy from Blair, found our Rory's puppy has an invisible friend, had a good sandwich at Jeff, God of Biscuits -- though she still doesn't know what kind of god Jeff is -- passed notes with Rory, had a good time at the dance, and -- apparently -- worked things out with Zero after a truly nasty fight. Sort of.
And, of course, she had Marty back. The head of dark hair on the other pillow made the whole morning thing much more bearable. She leans over his hopefully-still-asleep form to kiss his cheek.
Apparently not, as the tabby's answer was another yowl and an accusing stare at the empty food bowl. As she dragged herself out of bed and shook Friskies into the bowl -- and coffee into her coffee maker -- she thought about the last week.
She had taught a guy from 1057 about light switches and learned that Geoff was leaving town. She had finally met the kid across the hall, hung out in the common room, been obnoxiously cheerful at the library, gotten bitten by a monster and played Dance Dance Revolution with Nadia at Jack Harkness' birthday party, gotten candy from Blair, found our Rory's puppy has an invisible friend, had a good sandwich at Jeff, God of Biscuits -- though she still doesn't know what kind of god Jeff is -- passed notes with Rory, had a good time at the dance, and -- apparently -- worked things out with Zero after a truly nasty fight. Sort of.
And, of course, she had Marty back. The head of dark hair on the other pillow made the whole morning thing much more bearable. She leans over his hopefully-still-asleep form to kiss his cheek.