May 21, 2007 19:35
Over the past couple of months Jack has grown used to waking up on the mattress he shares with Kate in their hut, the sheets they got for that weird gift day smooth and soft against his skin. He's grown used to smelling her hair and waking up with his arm around her waist or her arm draped over his chest, so when he wakes up that morning nothing feels out of the ordinary. Kate is under his arm and his face is pressed into a cool, soft pillow and things feel right.
But something is off. Something buzzing, something right near the top of his head, something that sounds strangely familiar and he forces himself to open his eyes before he lifts his head from the pillow. And there it is, exactly what he thinks he's been hearing. His alarm clock.
But that doesn't make any sense.
"Kate?" he asks, his voice hoarse with sleep as he looks around. She's definitely still there, but they're not on the island anymore. Sun pours through a large picture window in a very familiar room and Jack knows where they are.
Hollywood. His house near the ocean.
kate,
lionel