Spam for David
[When she wakes up and finds that David is still there, asleep on her small sofa it finally dawns on her that she hadn't dreamt his arrival the previous night. She covers him with a blanket and moves into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee and staring out the window above the kitchen sink at the little birds on the feeder.
She pours herself a cup of coffee when the pot finishes and she sips it slowly, letting the warmth of the mug seep into her skin. She hears footsteps behind her and she turns to see David, looking a bit disoriented, hair sticking up adorably.]
Good morning. I wasn't sure that I hadn't dreamed you showing up.