When I wake up I realize that I feel asleep literally minutes after I woke up from sleeping all night. After I realize I feel asleep after I feel asleep I realize I sleep often. I don't think I've ever stayed up a full day ever since Jared, I realize. Usually every day-even the weekend- I wake up at 5:00 and doesn't take a nap or sleep until 11:00 at night. Also when I think back to my sleeping schedule I realize I didn't get much sleep and that I don't really mind sleeping a lot in fact... I kind of like it. Man I've done a lot of realizing, I think sitting up. As I'm sitting up, I notice there are heavy blankets surrounding me, explaining why I'm all hot and sweaty. With a struggle I unwrap the blankets from around me and notice I'm not in my bedroom.

I look around and I'm in a room that's been taken over by a 5 year old girl. That's the only way I can really describe it. The room like my bedroom has walls that are painted gold. Unlike my room it has dark pink carpet that really contrasts with the gold colored walls. There is a chest on top of a light pink mini carpet that is over flowing with toys. Stuffed animals are scattered through-out the room making it look as if someone grabbed a hand full of stuffed animals and just threw them around randomly. Looking at the stuffed animals reminds me of the human sized teddy bear back at Daddy Dylan's place. Daddy Dylan? No. Dylan. The human sized teddy bear back at Dylan's place. I shake my head and place my hand on my forehead. What is wrong with me? Daddy issues, says the voice. I mentally groan. Noooo. I do not have daddy issues. Yes, yes you do, you just don't realize it. But you will and when you do you'll realize many things. Things like what? It's not my place to tell. What do you mean, you tell me things that no one should ever say to me. That's different. WHAT? How? The voice doesn't answer. I smack my forehead and realize that I'm talking...to a voice... in my head.

"I think I'm crazy," I whisper. "Why would you say that?" I scream. What the flying saucer? I turn my head to see Sebastian standing in the doorway. "What," I ask dumbly. His face hardens and I know I did something wrong. "If you don't hear or understand something don't say what," he growls. "You either say excuse me or please repeat what you said. Do you understand?" I nod looking down.

"Words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I don't want to say it. I really don't want to say it.

"Come on Rose," he taunts. I don't want to say it. I don't want him to know how easy it is to roll the words off my tongue. To let them come out my lips. But what if I say it just this once. He seems to know the war going on inside my head and give me a wild grin. "Say it."

"Yes, daddy." I hate how saying those words makes me feel, how seeing the smile on Sebastian's face at my words makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. He comes over and sets down a plastic container, I didn't know he was holding on the coffee table. "See that wasn't hard," he coos. "You even liked it didn't you?" I immediately shake my head. He chuckles and rubs his rough hand against my cheek. "So soft" he whispers. I blush causing him to smile. It's then I catch the smell of seafood. "Mmmm, what's that smell," I ask. He smiles even wider and I watch as he reaches for the plastic container and opens it. The smell of seafood slams into me and my eyes light up as I see a container full of seafood pasta. Chow-mein noodles mixed with pieces of crab meat, shrimp and a few vegies. There in the corner of the container are three gray clams. I lick my lips already tasting the seafood on my tongue. I reach for the fork perched on top of the lid that's on the table. He reaches it first. I growl and glare at him, frowning. He just laughs making me even more angry. "I know how much you like seafood and I know that when you eat seafood you eat it fast. So I'm going to feed you so you don't choke or get sick." I furrow my brow and narrow my eyes. No I don't. "Yes, you do," he says, taking his pointer finger and rubbing it in between my furrowed brows. "Baby don't do that you'll get wrinkles." I un-furrow my brow and sit up shifting in a way that allows me to tuck my left foot under me my cast leg dangling from the couch. Sebastian sighs and puts down the food shooting me a look when I begin to protest. Grabbing my body he lifts me on his lap and positions me sideways on his lap my back against the arm of the corner couch. My legs are aligned and aren't far from Sebastian's lap. "Much better," he says leaning forward and grabbing the plastic container taking me with him. Grabbing the fork he twirls the noodles around the fork and puts it up to my mouth. I turn my head. "Rose, face forward and open your mouth, I am feeding you whether you like it or not." I don't mind him feeding me. I actually like the thought of him feeding me not really wanting to do it myself. Even though it sounds like just plain laziness. The reason I turned my head is because, there's no seafood on it. Sure I like eating noodles by itself but, I don't want the first taste of the platter to be just of the noodles. I want it to be of the seafood too. He tries again and I again turn my head. "Dammit Rosaline," He growls. "You're going to eat this food, whether I have to force you or not is your choice." I sigh. "There's no seafood," I whisper. I see his face no longer angry but, confused. "What?" I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. He just did to me what I did to him. "The fork only has noodles but, I want some seafood with it too." He still looks confused. "Why?" I sigh and almost giggle. "Because, I don't want my first bite to just be noodles, I want to be able to taste both." Realization dawns. "Ooo," He says, making a face that has me breaking out in giggles.

He quickly stabs some shrimp and crab onto the fork and again puts it up to my mouth, this time being successful. I moan once the food touches my tongue. The shrimp is soft and salty, the crabs is nice and soft and buttery while the noodles tastes like... noodles. Although the noodles don't have outstanding flavor it balances the shrimp and crab. I'm so surprised that it taste so good that I almost laugh because, I can see Sebastian laughing because, of my face. My eyes are comically wide, my eye brows are raised and my cheeks hollowed out for wanting to get all the flavor, only on my tongue. Plus just a few minutes ago I woke up from a nap so my hair is mostly likely sticking up in all directions. Now that I'm imagining my face I begin to laugh. Once I start laughing though I can't stop. Seems like neither can Sebastian because, he too keeps laughing so hard that he has to put the food down. After a few minutes we calm down and I'm surprised I didn't choke because, it wasn't until halfway through the laughing that I swallowed the food that was in my mouth. It's then that I stop laughing and just look at him. When I look at him I see that he's looking at me. In his eyes are such love and adoration that I almost cry. He smiles and hugs me close getting the food and once again begin to feeds me.

Soon my stomach is stuffed with seafood pasta and clam meat, while the plastic container is basically empty only the shell of clams remaining. Sighing I begin to lay down but, an arm stops me. I look up at Sebastian confused and a tiny bit irritated. "You just ate you need to wait for your food to digest," explains Sebastian and then adds. "It's bad for your digestive system if you don't let it digest." Sighing I sit up and tuck my head into the crook his neck. What's next? As if he could read my mind he looks at me and smiles. "Well first we'll watch one of your princess movies and then if you want we can binge watch a series I've been meaning to watch." I nod in approval. "Can we watch The Return of Jafar," I ask, hopefully. He smiles and nods grabbing a remote and turning on the T.V. I begin to move off his lap knowing he has to put the DVD in but, stop when the cover of the movie shows up on screen, I look a Sebastian. "I knew you were going to ask," he said, and he had such a look of pride that I couldn't resist the giggle that pushed itself from my lips. He chuckles and leans back taking me with him, wrapping me in a blanket. Once we're both comfortable he presses play and I sigh in delight as my second favorite movie begins to play.