I'm Listening

I woke up in a strange bed, magically having changed my clothes. The silken texture of the bed sheet felt cool against my skin. I fisted it, trying to remember where I had seen the black sheet before in my state of grogginess. The bed dipped beside me, startling me. Sleep left me completely and I became aware of my surroundings. At a distance, I could see the stained glass changing room inside Anthony's room. I could see the familiar falls and feel the heat on my back.

I rolled to the other side and saw the mischief maker, right beside me. He was fast asleep and looking more handsome than ever. His mouth was slightly parted and he was snoring. I chuckled as I scooted away from him and looked him over. He had one hand over his crotch while the other hand was behind his head. And he looked handsome, in a human way.

"What are you staring at?" the sneaky bastard spoke.

"I'm a bit disturbed to see you grab your crotch in your sleep," I replied, calmly.