Jamie woke up at 4.00am. He was quite disorientated and took about fifteen minutes to remember where he was. He never stayed with anyone else, so to have woken up on a couch with sunlight sliding through the blinds was quite a shock for him. It was an usual occurance. Before images of last night floated to him, he wondered who's flat he had slept in. They must be a close friend. Memories flashed through his mind and he remembered where he was. Oh sweet Ellie must have let him stay. How sweet! He was rather glad she didn't know how he felt about her, unless he had confessed it in the night. But that would include sleepwalking to her room, and he didn't sleepwalk. He wouldn't tell her consciously.
He went to the bathroom and did the necessaries and peeked around the door where Ellie was peacefully sleeping. She was so beautiful. If only he could reach in to touch her face or stroke her hair, but he knew that'd wake her up. Those thoughts buzzed in his head from the moment he saw her. He stole himself away gently pulling the door to it's orginal position. He saw a notelet on the kitchen side and decided to leave one for Ellie. That way he could get across to his, jump in the shower and make himself presentable before work.
Hey Ellie, thanks for letting me stay, I'll call you tonight. J.
He thought he'd better get out of her hair. He had no idea what girls' did in the morning. It had been a long time since his university days. And they'd on occassion consist of sneeking out of a girls room before she woke up too.