I wondered if I’d even get paid by the time Thursday came around.
“You’re awake,” Ghost said.
“Do you ever come to bed?” I grumbled as I slung my arm over my eyes.
“I don’t sleep, remember.”
I mumbled. “Didn’t mean you meant that literally.”
He chuckled. “Just thought I was joking about the trauma-induced insomnia?”
I paused. “Trauma-induced?”
When he didn’t say anything, I slid my arm off my face and rolled over in bed. I found him perched at his desk where heusually was, staring at the cameras in my apartment. He still watched them like a hawk. I tried to remember all of the things I did in my apartment ever since he put up the cameras, but I really couldn’t recall. Everything was such a blur that my mind hadn’t really taken the opportunity to commit the little details of my life to memory.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to remember specifics.
“I tried waiting up for you,” I said as I curled up and pulled his blanket over my shoulder. “You don’t even lay down. Doesn’t your body get tired?”
“Yes,” he said as he clicked on something before peeking over at me with those illustrious green eyes of his.
“Then why didn’t you come lay down? You don’t need to sleep, but I’m sure your body needs rest.”
He snickered. “Worried about me?”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
He paused before peering over at me again. “I’m fine. Plus, you’re a bed hog.”
I balked. “I am not!”
He chuckled as he continued clicking around. “You are. Spread eagle and all.”
I tucked myself deeper against the pillow. “I don’t sleep spread eagle.”
“You really do.”
I clicked my tongue and turned over onto my other side. I yanked the cover over my head, only to be met with a booming sound that ricocheted around in my ribcage like thunder.
He laughed.
It made me smile, even as I laid there, trapped beneath my makeshift prison.
“I’ll go get us some breakfast,” he said after his laughter died down.
I felt him pat the bulge that was the top of my head. “Could I get some coffee?”
“Of course, little firefly. Be right back.”
The nickname made me smile, but I must’ve drifted back off to sleep at some point in time. It wasn’t very long, however, before the smell of coffee pulled my eyes back open. The blanket got ripped from my head, and I groaned as the light of the bedroom cascaded against my harsh eyes.
“Ever heard of lights that are warm white?” I grumbled as I sat him.
He chuckled as I felt something sitting into my lap. “You’re really not a morning person, are you, firefly?”
I just grumbled as I smoothed my hair out of my face. I looked down at the small tray that had touched down against my lap, and my mouth watered. There was creamy-looking coffee that smelled of chocolate and buttered toast with some scrambled eggs. There was a small bowl of fruit, and even a little bit of caramel to dip the fruit in.
“Do you have any ketchup?” I asked.
