I Couldn't Sleep, Actually.

I don't know what I was thinking when I made it back to work.
Okay, I do. I was thinking that Hatch would still be standing there in the parking lot.
Waiting for me.
He wasn't.
I saw no sign of him. Well, no obvious sign. I mean the guy could change his appearance to look like me! He could be anybody in the store. That old gentleman there, the young kid hitting the glass over there. Okay, I didn't believe he would harm any of the animals. So probably not the kid hitting the fish tanks. But still. Where was he? Where was my prince charming? Didn't he care that I'd gotten better? Or had he moved on with his life. Gone to save some other damsel in distress.
I wish he was still there.
Because, really. I wasn't feeling the best. I mean, I was loads better than the previous day. But I still felt shaky. Like I was a hair's breath away from fainting. So I took my morning slowly. More slowly than I would have liked. I couldn't even guarantee Hatch would be there to come to my rescue if I happened to break something. So I went slowly.
I didn't need a rescuer. I told myself.
I didn't need to see Hatch.
I could take care of myself.
I mean, where had he been when I'd spent that week cleaning out all the disgusting cages so that they didn't smell?
No really, I could do just fine by myself--
"I didn't expect you to be back so quickly."
I gasped, totally like a girly girl. And whirled. "Hatch!"
And like the girl I was, that spin I did, totally kicked my balance out from under me.
Hatch, however, easily caught me, like the Prince Charming he was.
"I promise, I'm not always like this." I muttered, once I stopped seeing stars.
He chuckled. "Oh I know."
I perked up. 'You do? wait...you do?" I asked suspiciously. Exactly how long had he been watching me to know that I wasn't always 'like this?'

Karen<3