--= Jack's + Point of View =--

The sun shining through the curtains is woke me up, agitation from the brightness of the sunshine that managed to peek through the dark blue curtains, I tried to roll over onto my side only to feel something soft and warm pressed into my side and something gripping my chest. 

Panic striking through me, the room flashed green like lightning and I whipped my head upwards to see paws...and fluffy arms...and they're attached to a dog.

 Thank god. Slumping my head back onto the cushions of the couch, I silenced a groan as I realized just how sore I actually am. How the hell did I sleep? 

Bent over backwards? Looking around the room, I noticed the remote in the same place last night, glancing at the TV it was off but it probably shut off on its on after a bit like it usually does to save power.

 Must have dozed off during the credits of one of the episodes or the opening of a new one. Who knows? 

My eyes done scanning the room, they cast their gaze at the clock on the kitchen counter where empty, dirty containers were be waiting to be put into that machine Mark keeps filling and emptying. 

The digital clock read 10:13. Weird, usually Mark's awake by this time, swinging my legs off of the couch and planting them on the floor, I pushed myself up making sure not to disturb Chica too much and made my way up to his room.

The stairs stayed silent as I made my way up them, and gently pushing the door open I peeked into the room to see his shape underneath the covers, but he didn't seem to be asleep.

Slinking into the room, I went in sideways so he wouldn't notice the door was open if he hadn't already, silence filling the room with an eerie feeling, I bit back a shiver as it slithered down my spine.

Gently pressing my feet against the floor and lifting them up as quiet as I could, before I knew it I was standing on the other side of the bed enough room for two people.

Scrunching my face up, I decided I needed to think for a moment before I actually acted. What the hell am I supposed to do if he catches me while I'm doing it? 

Or he wakes up and screams because he didn't realize I was in his bed? Anything? I could say the dog was keeping me up but...Mark's good at telling if I'm lying or not. Well. It's my funeral anyways.

Throwing my conscious in the imaginary trash can I pulled down the covers and slipped myself into the bed tossing them over my shoulder as I snuggled into the bed. 

A sigh of relief coming from my mouth, I looked up at the ceiling smiling until I saw an arm swinging over me. My heart freezing, the arm wrapped around me and I felt breath on my neck.

Face bright red, I slowly turned to stare at him to see him cuddling me in his sleep. My face steaming, I tried to move out of it but he only tightened his grip and practically crawled on top of me.

Oh no....