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The next morning Piggy awoke to find Kermit buried beneath the covers, his head off the pillow and laying flat on the sheets. He had one arm tucked under his head slightly and the other one was lying across Piggy’s middle.
She sighed lightly. Now this was a nice way to wake up. She could do this every day for the rest of her life. Part of her wanted to reach around and pull him closer, but she knew that might wake him and he really needed his rest.
She reached over and tested his skin with one hand. He was cool. She was glad of that, for now she wouldn’t have to wake him to take his pills. As she listened to his breathing, she could hear his congestion with each intake of air.
Well, that wasn’t going to change overnight.
She knew today she was going to have to get Kermit to eat a little something, even if it was broth, for he hadn’t really eaten much yesterday. He had to keep his fluids up too, or he would become dehydrated.
She felt him shift beside her and watched as he tried to get comfortable. He rolled one way and then the other, releasing his hold over her before rolling back to his first position and coughing slightly.
She gently lifted his head a bit and slid the pillow underneath. He seemed to find that comfortable enough for he pressed his head back and sighed. He also had reached out for her and pulled himself closer to her warmth.
Yes indeed, this was nice. Piggy didn’t move at all, preferring to just watch him sleep. She lay there, memorizing every curve of his face, the way he would smile slightly as he dreamed, the way his body was so relaxed beneath the covers.
If there was a Heaven on Earth, Piggy was sure this was part of it. Nothing felt more right to her than being in the arms of the one she loved. She closed her eyes and rested next to him, never wanting this morning to end, but knowing that soon enough it would. About 45 minutes later, he stirred again, this time chancing to open his eyes.
He saw Piggy sleeping next to him and was embarrassed about the way he was holding her. Sure it felt good and he was pretty darn sure she didn’t mind, but still, they hadn’t made up fully after their last fight and he shouldn’t be clutching her like this.
He went to lift his arms up and heard her stir. “Please don’t.” she said quietly and opened her eyes.
He coughed lightly and swallowed before answering her. “Piddy, dis is nod ridt.”
“It feels right, Kermit, can’t you tell?” she replied and stroked one of his arms with a finger. The sensation made goosebumps appear on his arms and he shivered but not from cold.
He sniffed some and tried to explain why it wasn’t right, although she did have a point. “Id may have beed ridt at one dime, Piddy,” he said, hoping she could understand his congested speech. “Bud now, we arndt togeder, we shoudn’t be cuddling like dis.”
To his surprise, she nodded and let him go. “I know,” she sighed. “Just for a moment, I wanted to experience what it would be like. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” She moved away from him and lifted the covers as she got out of the bed. “I’m going to get dressed, I want you to relax and stay warm. I’ll get something for you to drink.”
He was both relieved to see her not fighting him, but sorry that she did give up so easily. He watched her select some clothes from her closet and leave the room.
He wasn’t sure if it was his illness that was making him feel so needy but he really wished she had put a bit more effort into the discussion. His side of the bed now felt cold and lonely and he scooted over to the warm spot she had just left. He closed his eyes and could almost feel her again, her warm arms providing the comfort he needed so badly.
“Sdop fooding yourdelf, Kermid.” He said to the empty room. “Id is bedder if she knows dow how you feel.” The problem was, he wasn’t sure how he felt right now. He was sick, and he really wanted to feel better so he could sort out the rest of his feelings.
She came back into the room a bit later, carrying a tray that had some food and drinks on it. He smiled when he saw her, and felt his stomach rumble at the sight of the food.
She placed the tray across his lap, letting him choose from the items upon it what he wanted. She had brought some fresh fruit, juice, toast, and some pastries that he normally enjoyed.
She was happy to see him dive into the meal, knowing that as long as his appetite was good, he was in no danger of getting any sicker. He sipped at the juice then finished another slice of toast. “Aredn’t you goidg do ead?”
“Don’t worry about me, Kermie,” she said. “I had something while I was getting your food ready.”
He nodded, then finished off a slice of orange that she had peeled and set into sections on the plate. Once he was done eating all he could, he pushed the plate aside. “Ah, dat was good.” He wiped his mouth and hands on the napkin and laid it across the plate. “Dank you.”
“You rest now, Kermie and I’ll go clean up the kitchen. I’ll be back when I’m done to check on you.” She tucked him under the covers.
He pulled one hand up and stopped her from leaving. “Pleade, don’t be long.” He didn’t know why he said that, just that he didn’t want to be alone in this room.
“I won’t,” she said and tucked his arm back under the blanket before picking up the tray and leaving.
He was satiated now and terribly sleepy, but he didn’t want to fall back asleep until she returned. He passed the minutes stroking her pillow and thinking about the way he had woken up. Sure, he wanted to do it again. Who wouldn’t? Having a comforting presence nearby when you woke was much better than waking up in a cold bed alone.
But was he being fair to her? Did he want to stir the romantic pot that bubbled between them? To bring those emotions back to the surface now might be more than he was able to handle. He sighed again and pulled her pillow close to his body. He rested his head upon it and continued to mull over his feelings until, unable to stop it, he fell asleep holding on to what he considered to be his source of comfort and dreaming about her.
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To be continued in chapter 16
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The next morning Piggy awoke to find Kermit buried beneath the covers, his head off the pillow and laying flat on the sheets. He had one arm tucked under his head slightly and the other one was lying across Piggy’s middle.
She sighed lightly. Now this was a nice way to wake up. She could do this every day for the rest of her life. Part of her wanted to reach around and pull him closer, but she knew that might wake him and he really needed his rest.
She reached over and tested his skin with one hand. He was cool. She was glad of that, for now she wouldn’t have to wake him to take his pills. As she listened to his breathing, she could hear his congestion with each intake of air.
Well, that wasn’t going to change overnight.
She knew today she was going to have to get Kermit to eat a little something, even if it was broth, for he hadn’t really eaten much yesterday. He had to keep his fluids up too, or he would become dehydrated.
She felt him shift beside her and watched as he tried to get comfortable. He rolled one way and then the other, releasing his hold over her before rolling back to his first position and coughing slightly.
She gently lifted his head a bit and slid the pillow underneath. He seemed to find that comfortable enough for he pressed his head back and sighed. He also had reached out for her and pulled himself closer to her warmth.
Yes indeed, this was nice. Piggy didn’t move at all, preferring to just watch him sleep. She lay there, memorizing every curve of his face, the way he would smile slightly as he dreamed, the way his body was so relaxed beneath the covers.
If there was a Heaven on Earth, Piggy was sure this was part of it. Nothing felt more right to her than being in the arms of the one she loved. She closed her eyes and rested next to him, never wanting this morning to end, but knowing that soon enough it would. About 45 minutes later, he stirred again, this time chancing to open his eyes.
He saw Piggy sleeping next to him and was embarrassed about the way he was holding her. Sure it felt good and he was pretty darn sure she didn’t mind, but still, they hadn’t made up fully after their last fight and he shouldn’t be clutching her like this.
He went to lift his arms up and heard her stir. “Please don’t.” she said quietly and opened her eyes.
He coughed lightly and swallowed before answering her. “Piddy, dis is nod ridt.”
“It feels right, Kermit, can’t you tell?” she replied and stroked one of his arms with a finger. The sensation made goosebumps appear on his arms and he shivered but not from cold.
He sniffed some and tried to explain why it wasn’t right, although she did have a point. “Id may have beed ridt at one dime, Piddy,” he said, hoping she could understand his congested speech. “Bud now, we arndt togeder, we shoudn’t be cuddling like dis.”
To his surprise, she nodded and let him go. “I know,” she sighed. “Just for a moment, I wanted to experience what it would be like. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” She moved away from him and lifted the covers as she got out of the bed. “I’m going to get dressed, I want you to relax and stay warm. I’ll get something for you to drink.”
He was both relieved to see her not fighting him, but sorry that she did give up so easily. He watched her select some clothes from her closet and leave the room.
He wasn’t sure if it was his illness that was making him feel so needy but he really wished she had put a bit more effort into the discussion. His side of the bed now felt cold and lonely and he scooted over to the warm spot she had just left. He closed his eyes and could almost feel her again, her warm arms providing the comfort he needed so badly.
“Sdop fooding yourdelf, Kermid.” He said to the empty room. “Id is bedder if she knows dow how you feel.” The problem was, he wasn’t sure how he felt right now. He was sick, and he really wanted to feel better so he could sort out the rest of his feelings.
She came back into the room a bit later, carrying a tray that had some food and drinks on it. He smiled when he saw her, and felt his stomach rumble at the sight of the food.
She placed the tray across his lap, letting him choose from the items upon it what he wanted. She had brought some fresh fruit, juice, toast, and some pastries that he normally enjoyed.
She was happy to see him dive into the meal, knowing that as long as his appetite was good, he was in no danger of getting any sicker. He sipped at the juice then finished another slice of toast. “Aredn’t you goidg do ead?”
“Don’t worry about me, Kermie,” she said. “I had something while I was getting your food ready.”
He nodded, then finished off a slice of orange that she had peeled and set into sections on the plate. Once he was done eating all he could, he pushed the plate aside. “Ah, dat was good.” He wiped his mouth and hands on the napkin and laid it across the plate. “Dank you.”
“You rest now, Kermie and I’ll go clean up the kitchen. I’ll be back when I’m done to check on you.” She tucked him under the covers.
He pulled one hand up and stopped her from leaving. “Pleade, don’t be long.” He didn’t know why he said that, just that he didn’t want to be alone in this room.
“I won’t,” she said and tucked his arm back under the blanket before picking up the tray and leaving.
He was satiated now and terribly sleepy, but he didn’t want to fall back asleep until she returned. He passed the minutes stroking her pillow and thinking about the way he had woken up. Sure, he wanted to do it again. Who wouldn’t? Having a comforting presence nearby when you woke was much better than waking up in a cold bed alone.
But was he being fair to her? Did he want to stir the romantic pot that bubbled between them? To bring those emotions back to the surface now might be more than he was able to handle. He sighed again and pulled her pillow close to his body. He rested his head upon it and continued to mull over his feelings until, unable to stop it, he fell asleep holding on to what he considered to be his source of comfort and dreaming about her.
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To be continued in chapter 16
