Come with me

"Hmm". I moan as I awaken from my deep sleep. My back is on a comfortable surface. My mind is a bit foggy from sleep, my eyes slowly flutter open. I am in my room. "Wait a minute, I didn't sleep in my room, I slept on the couch. Shit! I'm dead, he's going to kill me. I slept on his precious couch". My mind begins to worry. "How did I even get to my room, oh god, oh god. I know I slept on his couch but how did I get here, or am I just imagining this?. Did I walk back to my room?. No, I definitely slept on the couch. The only other logical explanation is that he carried me. Oh my goodness, he carried me. No Denise you weren't supposed to sleep on the damn couch". I facepalm myself shaking my head in worry and disappointment. "At least he didn't have to change my clothes, if he did that I would die and I'm not joking".

"Ra ta ta, Denise, are you up, Ra ta ta ". His voice calls from the other end.

"Yeah I am, the door is open. I sit up as I say this.

"Good morning". I say and he replies