I woke up and saw that I had changed bedrooms. And from the amount of purple I saw it had to be Prince's. I was curled up in between his legs. The side of my head was pressed against Prince's soft lips, they were right on the temple, and he had fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me. I had to say I felt comfortable this way, probably more comfortable than I should have been. I adjusted my body to somehow nestle closer to him. I could smell his cologne. He didn't like the overly musky scent and I had noticed that about him. He liked to smell more sweet, it wasn't a girly sweet. He smelled like a man but he somehow also smelled like woman. It was weird but it relaxes me. He moved in his sleep, pursing his lips to plant a light on my temple and locking his arms a little tighter only for them to loosen up as he fell back into his slumber. I, however was wide awake. So for a while I just sat there listening to him breathe. His breathing was slow almost like a melody. It almost put me back to sleep, my eyelids started to get heavy and I tried to fight them off as long as I could.

"Hey" he greeted me, his voice deeper than usual since he had just woken up. I felt his mustache tickle the side my head and it sent a chill down my spine. I twitched a little. "Are you okay, what the hell was that." he asked me and the yawned, loudly might I add.

"I just got a chill Prince geez" I said with a little bit more of an attitude than I meant to.

"Calm down princess, it was just a question." he said sleepily. My eyes got wide and I sat straight up, he had scooted back and leaned his head back against the headboard. His dark hazel eyes, trying to adjust to the lighting. He wiped his eyes, then his nose, and let his head fall to the side. Which looked cute as could be.

Princess. I haven't heard that in a while. Well, I haven't heard that from him in a while. Hearing it brought a smile to my face, it reminded me of back in the day. The good moments. He turned his attention back to me and he squinted his eye cocking his head to the side, slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" I didn't respond my smile just got bigger. He raised his eyebrow.

"What? Your scaring me, your cheeks are getting high, your eyes are disappearing and your scaring me." That almost made my smile drop and I was five seconds from sending an open palm across his beautiful, flawless,
face. I shook off what he said though.

"Princess?" I said awe. "You haven't called me that in forever." He laughed at me.

"I thought you hated it?"

"You also tried to kill me with your door, that didn't stop me from coming over" He rolled his eyes at me bringing it up again.

"Are we still on this" he threw his arms down in defeat. "I mean didn't I say sorry?!?"

"No you didn't. You picked up your mail and walked in. You came over the next day, threw me over your shoulder and took me out to eat and if I remember it correctly you also left me there." I reminded him. He stared at me blankly for a minute.

"See the bitter thing it-it still doesn't look cute on you. You should try another look, I like you happy. You have high cheek bones. You look cute like a chubby Asian baby" and he patted my both my cheeks. I scrunched my face up and rolled my eyes. I hope I don't get my eyes stuck from how much I've been rolling my eyes at him.

"Oh whatever." I crawled over him, out his lap, and sat next to him. I tried to copy him and leaned against the headboard. He watches me as I did so.

"Well now my thighs are cold." he stuck his bottom lip out at me and pulled the blanket over his lap. I rolled my eyes and faced foreword. I noticed he didn't have a TV in his room. He just had lots of art along the wall, mostly of women. All kinds of women: Naked women, fully clothed women, women of all ethnicities. He had body painting and face paintings. Then there was one painting, that seemed to stick out among the others. It was a lavender butterfly, and it was coming out of a cocoon that was attached to a cherry blossom tree. The butterfly hasn't fully come out.

"Hey Prince.." I tapped him, he didn't answer. I looked over at him and he had drifted off. "Prince..." I shook him and he jumped slightly but woke up. He ran his hand over his face and yawned, he looked over at me and looked rather unamused.

"I've been up for a week straight..did you need something?" He looked at me and he looked extremely sleepy. I felt bad for waking him, but I really needed to know.

"Why have you been up for a week..." I asked and he only shrugged. I rolled my eyes at his nonchalantness.

"What does that one mean?" I asked and point to the butterfly painting. He rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up but he looked just as sleepy as before.

"That one....reminded me.." He was yawning in between his words and it was painful listening to him get his sentence out. "...reminded me of you....."

"How?" I asked, I scooted closer to him, trying to wake him up and pull an answer out of him.

"Your like a butterfly.....in a way....at least to me....your becoming something ....you haven't gotten there yet.....it's gonna take some....take some time but when you do you'll....." and then his eyes closed.

"Prince...Prince...wake up." I shook him but he didn't. So I let him sleep. I figured it's the least I could do. I scooted back over and took a deep breathe. I looked over at the clock and noticed it was four in the morning and I thought I should probably should be heading home, but then why wake up my driver. I looked over at him again and he was sound asleep. I decided to head downstairs and watch some TV to kill the time. It's late but I wasn't sleepy or anything.

I left the room, careful not to slam the door and wake him, and headed downstairs. I was wondering the halls when I headed into the basement. Strange, how I went into the basement but the only reason I went in there was because I heard music. Sure enough it was a studio down there and there was a lady inside of it. Maybe she was the engineer. I peered at her through the glass window of the door. I had to get on my tiptoes on the count of me being the size of a 10 year old. I watched her as she was testing the audio wiring and checking microphones. I didn't realize I was staring so hard because when my eyes finally focuses back in, I noticed she was looking at me like I was a mad woman.

"Excuse me can I help you." she said, with a bit of an attitude. I couldn't blame her though, I would be the same way.

"I'm sorry I got curious...I uhm was jus-"

"It's fine, really. I've just been here all night. Come in." she motioned. I came in and sat down. She stuck her free hand out to me.

"Susan Rogers.."

"Jasmyn.." I shook her hand back. "You must be the sound engineer."

"And the studio technician. Prince has me here at all hours of the night, setting up the boards, just in case he wants to record."

"Sounds like fun." I said, not really meaning it. Working on someone else's creative schedule, sounds awful.

"Sometimes" she shrugged and then she lit up. "The best part is watching his recording process. He floats from one instrument to the next and his vocals sound like silk. He's an extremely talented man. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"His live performances are amazing!!"

"I know!!" she added in as she was concentrating on moving knobs on the board.

"I went to his show in Capitol Theatre, he rocked me like a hurricane and my life was changed."

"I was there!" She set the mic down and turned to me, "but I wasn't working for him at the time. I still remember him playing Let's Work that night."

"Me too it's wa-"

"Did you say your name was Jasmyn?"

"Yeah..."

"You must be who he's always talking about." She slapped her knee in realization.

"He talks about me?"

"Yeah he always says Jasmyn is the only one I can say I truly lo-"

"I hope the board is set up Susan.."
We both turned our attention to the door and we saw a wide awake Prince, leaned against the door with a notebook in his hand. He was staring daggers at Susan. It made me uncomfortable and I wasn't even standing there.

"It is....." She gathered up her thing quickly. "...come to think of it was just going bye Jasmyn, nice to meet you." She scurried out of the room past Prince, who cut his eyes at her as she left. I was left staring into space. Love? Did he love me? Is that what she was about to say. I looked over at Prince and he was still watching her leave. After the I heard door close, he turned back to me with a smile on his face, he pushed off his shoulder and came into the studio. Closing the door behind him with his foot. He walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head and leaned me in kissed the top of my head.

"I'm gonna have to hire new help." he said and kissed my temple, before taking a seat in the chair and grabbing his guitar.