He wakes up with a thrashing of his legs and kicks off his blanket. In the seconds it took to open his eyes he forgot the dream that had set him on edge. The heavy blankets fall to the hardwood floor and as his breathing starts to slow he begins to hear a gentle humming and some clinking.

He glances around the room, part of him looking for a weapon and part of him looking for an explanation. He see's Eva's discarded blouse, skirt and floral tights folded on a chair.

That's right she was over. His brain slowly stopped being on red alert and now he was just a bit grumpy from the dream of indiscernible origin and meaning. He tugs at his night shirt and looks around for his sweater. But it was no where to be found. He sets his cold feet on the floor and looks around. It wasn't a very sentimental sweater, one of many that was given to him throughout the years but it was warm and his room was cold and now he was just more grumpy then before this was ridiculous it was a sweater for gods sake.

but it was his sweater.

A childs logic, but screw it he was cranky. He shuffles towards his kitchen but makes it as far as the door way and leans on it and yawns. Internally he was complaining about his life, his missing sweater, his hatred of dreams and his-

That's when he noticed.

Eva was moving around his kitchen. She was making something to eat. Maybe eggs. But that wasn't important.

What was important was she was wearing his sweater. It was too big for her. It was off center and he could see a strap. Her hair was a mess from sleep and she was humming a song he didn't recognize, he was slightly perturbed by that, his taste in music was large-he'd ask her later what song it was.

She swayed her hips back and forth and the slip that she didn't take off from last night was down to right above her knee, the sweater came down to her thighs. A slight swish-swish sound could be heard. He was just watching for a while. Her legs were more shapely than people would imagine…

Mr. Puffin flew into the kitchen and flapped around complaining about the early morning noise. Eva jumped and tried to avoid the screeching puffin.

"Enough of that now!" He stomps into his kitchen and swats at the bird.

"HEY HEY HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE!"

"I'm sorry sir!"

Eva was apologizing to Mr. Puffin , of course she would.

"Don't apologize to him, he was scaring you!"

"HEY, I was tellin' her the rules of the house! No cooking this early! If she's gonna be around here she needs to know this stuff!"

"She's not gonna be around!"

"I'm not going to be around." Eva mimics behind him.

"She's your girlfriend though, she's gonna be around!"

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND." he practically screeches.

"I am his girlfriend."

"See that's what I thought! It's too early for all this yelling, I'm going back to bed…" the puffin leaves the room and a small crash is heard from the living room where his nest was.

He glares at the doorway that the puffin had left through.

He's clenching and unclenching his fists and behind him the clinking starts again.

"Wait…what was that last part?"

She giggles and shakes her head and puts a plate on the table.

"I hope you don't mind but it was cold and I wanted to surprise you with breakfast." She tugs as the hem of the sweater.

He sits down and tries to remember exactly what she had said at the end there.

While they were eating he noticed she kept moving the sweater around and damn it she wore it better than him.