The sound of construction outside woke Daisy, and she stretched sleepily, the wisps of her dream already fading as she opened her eyes. But even as she tried to catch the fragments, she knew it was a memory and not a dream.
Fur. She scrunched her nose and buried her face in her pillow, making a sort-of indignant squawk before lack of air forced her to lift her head. Rolling from her stomach to her back, she began to go through the other details, playing with the flashes like beads on a necklace. Stairs, the dark, the man--
Daisy sat up with a start. The man! It all came back in a rush then: the drama, the rescue, the promise to guard her...! She squeaked with hopeful glee and slithered out of her bed, her bare feet silent on the floor. Was he still there, in her apartment? Guarding her?! The idea was so delicious Daisy did a quick dance by her bed, hopping from foot to foot while pumping her hands in the air.
She was back in her pajamas, the ones she went to bed in, and so she didn't bother grabbing a robe as she half-slunk, half-tiptoed to her bedroom door.
At the door, she realized the construction noise was really the sound of the man's snores and she felt a small thrill in her stomach. There was something so deliciously masculine about his snores, she thought, and she cracked her bedroom door open to peer out.
Dead asleep. Slamming a hand over her mouth to stifle her nervous giggle, Daisy crept into her living room, her neck craned as she stared at the sleeping man.
He was cute. That provoked another giggle, which in turn became a snort as Daisy pinched her nose shut. She needed a minute to recover so she stood stock still -- or as still as she could manage -- swaying a bit in place as she breathed through her mouth. Once she felt calm enough to proceed, she continued her cartoonish approach, pausing only when she reached the edge of her couch.
He was long. The choice of adjective sent her into a spastic fit and she very nearly stuffed her pajama top into her mouth to smother the sound. Tall, then. With both hands clapped over her mouth, she continued her slow -- sadly visual-only -- exploration of the man, making herself titter as her eyes glanced over his hands, and his lips, and his ears (she had a thing for cute ears), and then his...well, other parts. She snorted then because she was both titillated and embarrassed.