He slept all through the night. She was his blanket of warmth. He enjoyed holding her close. He felt rather than saw her kiss to his forehead. She curled up next to him and he pulled her even closer into his coolness. He woke the next day. Late afternoon really. He had such a screwy schedule. He had needed more sleep than the couple of hours he usually took. So he stretched and began making her an omelet. He couldn't taste it but he knew it would be good. It smelled good at least. He scrambled a bit of the egg than added another egg. Putting in salt and pepper. Adding cheese and folding it over when it was ready. Then coats it in cheese.