You're My Medicine, When You're Closed To Me. (2Doc)

Can I have that cat?

-will it ever end?
-I hope not 2D. I could stay here forever

He is sitting with his legs crossed, and my head is over them.
He is curling one of my blue locks , while the light of the moon wets us.

This one is the only fragment I can remember of the dream I just made, when my phone interrupts my dreaming activities.

Right. The alarm clock. At nine o'clock.

Right, now I remember, yesterday I came downstairs to postpone the alarm to 10.00 am, but... i forgot.

My eyes are now open, they carry tiredness and marvel.
I'm still layed on the couch vertically, with Murdoc on my right, with his hand on my chest, holding my shoulder with the other hand, laying his leg over mine to secure myself.

I hear his skin over mine. They become united, sticked together. A light green mix.
I try to move in order to get up, but he is holging me even thightly.
I decide that the best option is waiting for the moment he will wake up.
Ten minutes later I feel him moving.
I immediatly close my eyes, and pulling my head as far as possible from his face..
From his moves I can tell he is pulling his leg off mine, and moving his fingers to create little circles, while he other arm is over my belly.
come on, get up.

It's taking him a while, he leaves his head on my chest for 5 more minutes, and then he finally gets up to go to the kitchen.
Or at least he tries.
Firstly he sits on the chair next to the couch.
Okay it's the perfect time. I fake an awakening that deserves an oscar, yawning and rubbing my eyes

-goodmorning. Oh damn did I sleep here?

-looks like this.
He says while he is squeezing his forehead.

Right, the Hungover. He had already lost his good habits.
While I'm going to the kitchen to make him some coffee I ask
-how do you feel?
-like shit. How can something so pure and tasty make you feel like this.
-never challenge the alcohol.
-uff, I do what I want with drinks. Is the coffee ready?
-in 2 minutes.

it looks like I'm talking to a teenager. But he was not like the other teenagers. He was 51 years old.

I give him the mug and he quickly  sips all the beverage.
Double coffee and unsweatened. The way he loves.

Noodle comes in the living room with a radiant face, saying hello and smiling while she is reaching a pack of biscuits for breakfast.
-Hey guys, I have some news.
-what's up?
-we got the cover of the Q magazine! We have the shooting today
-Wow! Cannot wait! I say

-l know Fantastic ! Murdoc what do you think? Noodle thinks
-emh fantastic I think?
-Come on show some enthusiasm Murdoc.
-BLOODY HELL. COULD you please STOP SHOUTING ?

She whispers "hangover?"
I nod.

She adds " we should  make alcohol forbidden. Let's try to make him start anew in a good way."
I nod again.

Russ comes in
-hey guys
-hi Russ how is it going?
-alright. I wanted to put on something leegant for today's shooting. What are you gonna wear?
-shirt and pants. Noodle says
-same stuff from saturnz barz. i say
-no 2D. Says murdoc
-why Murdoc?
-we are not carrying you around with those mom jeans.
-Oh come on, they are comfortable.
-that's the excuse old people use to wear ugly clothes.
-ok, I'll put on something different.

A few hours later we're already in the studio. If you are wondering I put on the white trousers....
this colour doesn't suit me, I don't understand why everyone hates my mom jeans.