#lcofowler

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey,” Freya shouted, flinging herself onto Leo who was still asleep on her bed. Making herself comfortable as she straddled him, she used his chest as a hand drum, patting away at it. “Christ, Leo. You’re burning the morning coal? Fuel? Whatever the fuck it is. We have no time to waste. It’s, uh,” she leaned forward to click on her phone’s screen from where it lay on her night stand. “Almost three. Well, right. My point still stands.”