Alphabetical dribbles from kissman91 on tumblr! Trying to keep them at 300 words.

Awake: a story where one character attempts to rouse the other

Awake

Ummm….warm…soft…feathery….tickling…

WET! Wetwetwetwetwet!

Grimacing and moaning, Edith sat bolt upright in her desk chair, causing it to spin quickly and ram her knee into her desk.

"ARRRGH!" she screamed, clutching her knee with one hand and frantically wiping the damp from her upper lip and nose. Her cry of pain didn't even phase the helpless mirth of her office partner, whose long frame was stretched precariously in his chair as he howled at her reaction. The fluffy end of his doctorate tassel hung from his hand, still dripping tea on his leg.

"Anthony Strallan! You utter ASS!" she growled at him through teeth gritted in pain at the smart of her knee. Her face flamed her embarrassment at being caught out sleeping in her chair and in her overreaction to his prank.

Still laughing, Anthony righted himself in his chair and pushed it away from his desk. He tried to get himself under control, but the mad flush in his colleague's cheeks and her snapping brown eyes glaring daggers at him made him burst out in giggles again.

"Couldn't help it, Crawley," he sputtered, snorting with laughter. "When you started snoring, it startled me so much I dropped my trencher in my tea cup. Seemed only right you should share that little mishap."

"I do not snore," Edith snapped, rubbing her knee. "And if you weren't playing with your mortarboard like a boy out of school—"

"You most certainly do snore, Edith," he interrupted. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

"And who would be telling me that?" Edith muttered, not looking at Anthony. "It's not like I've ever shared… an office with anyone before."

"Er… I'll get some ice for your knee, shall I?" Anthony said after a moment of awkward silence.