Pablo (king_cool_paul) wrote,
Pablo
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Later Saturday... (Part Four)

I woke up not remembering how I'd gotten there, but as the thickness left my brain, I recalled dragging myself off to Miranda's spare bed for a little nap. I was pretty sure that when I'd gone to sleep, I'd been by myself. Now, however, the Muse was sleeping next to me, her head on my chest, snoring lightly.

"You guys have been out for a little while," Miranda said softly. I looked across the room and saw her in her own bed, propped up on her pillows, a book in her hands. "She came in after you went to sleep. I didn't think she was going to make it down the hall before she passed out."

"What time is it?" I asked

"About five."

"Shit. We were supposed to be out of here by now. I'm supposed to meet people in St. Louis."

She held up her cell phone and waggled it. "Nobody has called back. I don't know if they've gotten your messages."

"Well, hell. That's problematic." The Muse grumbled in her sleep and shifted on my chest, and I lowered my voice even more as she settled back down. "We were supposed to be couch surfing there tonight."

"Stay here another night," she said. "I haven't gotten enough of you yet."

"Yeah, but the plan was for me to be in St. Louis tonight."

"Fuck the plan. You came all this way. Stay here. Keep me company. I'm moving in a week and it's a little weird being in town right now. I could use the distraction."

"Selfish pig," I said.

Miranda nodded. "Completely. Use my phone, leave some more messages. Use my internet, leave some emails. One day won't throw you off too much."

The Muse murmured again in her sleep, and I stroked her hair. She smelled vaguely of chlorine, from her time in the pool, I assumed. She loved her baths, the Muse did, but I'd never heard of her getting in a pool before. Perhaps she could spend some more time there this evening.

"One more night," I said. "We can just leave tomorrow. If I can't get hold of anyone in St. Louis, we haven't got anyplace to stay there, and I don't want to head down the road just to get a hotel in a few hours anyway. As long as you're sure we aren't putting you out."

Miranda smiled. "Wouldn't have told you to stay if you were."

The Muse slid her arm up my chest and put her hand over my mouth. "Quiet," she mumbled, without opening her eyes. "M'sleeping." With hardly a pause, she resumed her soft snoring, asleep again.

"You're both sleeping there tonight," Miranda said. "You're too cute to let out of my sight."

I raised my hands in a what can I say? gesture, and kissed the palm of the Muse's hand as it pressed against my lips.
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