Sunday Morning

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Peaceful Sunday morning; sleeping late, nowhere to be…

A familiar knocking on the door, followed by a key unlocking it.  Bozhe moi, Napoleon with no Saturday night conquest is my Sunday morning nightmare!  I am not getting out of my bed, he will get the hint.  No wonder people speculate on the nature of our partnership; he keeps narrowing the boundaries between us!  He tousles my hair, calls me affectionate pet names in public, seeks out my opinion and company before anyone else’s.  I should tell him…

“Illya, I brought brunch!”

I will tell him he is my best friend.  

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is simply wonderful! Napoleon, Illya's Sundy morning nightmare... or not... especially when he says "Illya, I brought brunch!”

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Food, Illya's favorite thing. Thanks for reading!

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Ah, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, they say.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

It is certainly the way to his! Thanks for taking the time to comment.

[spotsycool.livejournal.com]

This is very, very nice. I love how you wrote this! :)

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Spotsycool! :-)

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Feed him, Napoleon has the right idea.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Indeed.