A little talk

When the Butler said he got everything prepared, I didn't think he meant an entirely functioning house. The house has real lights, running water, and a working console system. How is it even possible?!

After trying to make my great escape and Samantha calming down from sobbing, she showed me this place. Now I really feel like an asshole. This must have been the cool stuff she wanted to show me before I ran off.

I probably should have apologized for being such a jack-ass before going to bed. I can always apologize tomorrow morning.

Speaking of mornings, it's almost one and I still haven't gotten an ounce of sleep. Even if the bed feels like the softest fabric in the world, it doesn't relax my body at all. Gods, what did I do to deserve this?

I toss and turn, reshape my pillow, throw the blanket off my body, and nothing works. My mind is too busy racing with gibberish thoughts. I need to clear my head.

I get out of bed, head to the closet across the room and pick out a shirt to wear. What wear I to bed doesn't concern you.

After choosing a near perfect fit t-shirt, I head downstairs and out the front door. Thank the gods there no alarm system on it to wake Samantha up. She wouldn't be happy if she knew I was sneaking out late at night.

I watch the huge bed that has Samantha all wrapped up to see if she'll wake up any time soon.

What? People wake up at weird times sometimes, okay.

All she does is roll over to the other side. That means I'm in the clear and cross the room to the bed where some of the blanket sags onto the floor and begin to climb.

It doesn't take long for me to reach the top. I'm a little gassed though, but I still need to cross the foot of the bed where moonlight touches the soft blanket through the window.

Stars wink and twinkle in the black sky. I take a seat in the silver light. Oh, I missed the days where I could stargaze without the worry of some giant trying to snatch me up.

Two stars, in particular, stand out to me the most. A red and blue one. Mom and dad used to tell me that they would die one day and their souls would become stars.

The red one is mom and the blue one is dad. Dad always said mom looked good in red. Mom always gushed over dad's watery blue eyes.

I sigh, searching my mind for the right words. "Uh... hey mom. Dad. It's been a while, hasn't it? A few months, maybe? I can't remember really."

A draft entires the room causing me to shiver and pull my knees up to my chest.

There's a long pause as if I were waiting for an answer. None come though. Not a word. Not a peep.

"If you guys haven't noticed, I've had several owners. All of them were complete shit head, but..." I stop to think. "My recent one, Samantha seems nice. I have kind of been a jerk to her since we got home. I don't trust her yet. It's going to take some time to get used to someone being there for me. I just..." a sob crawls up my throat. I try to swallow it, but it like a wad of gum that's stuck. "I miss you guys so much! I'm so scared and cold and lonely and I'm tired of fighting! I know you guys told me to never give up hope, but I'm starting to think there's no hope left in this world."

Tears prick my eyes, but I never let them fall off my face. I watch and wait for the pair of stars to answer. Again there's no answer.

"Right," I mutter, standing up and wiping the tears off my face. "Good talk."

They're just stars. Stars that shine in the night sky but never answer. That's all they are and will ever be.

I don't realize how tired I am until I had nearly poured out my heart. Feeling the soft blanket under my feet makes me want to drop dead and take a seventeen-hour nap.

I would love to do that but I'd get kicked off, literally, if I just fell asleep right next a giantess's feet. Instead, I use the blanket as a slide and get down with minimal fabric burn.

I stumble like a zombie to my house, up the steps, stubbing my toe once or twice - I am too tired to remember in all honesty- and fall onto the soft fabric of my bed. Right as I hit the mattress I pass out. Gods it's going to feel great to wake up in a bed again.

I can't remember the last time I got a Goodnights rest or sleeping in. No noisy kids, barking dogs, or giants stomping around like angry trolls. I could get used to this.

When I do wake it's dark but warm. Perfect for rolling over and snuggling up in the blanket again. And that's exactly what I do.

Until a heavy tap on my window wakes me. I try to ignore it by putting a pillow over my head but it doesn't help. Hell, it has to be at least seven.

"Caesar, it's almost eleven. You missed breakfast." Samantha's voice rumbles from above.

Are you serious? I've been asleep for that long? Ugh!

I throw the pillow off my head and go to the window. Samantha is still tapping. She taps and taps until I throw the curtains open to flip her off, but, instead, I'm graced with the view of a half-dressed teenager.

"Oh, my gods!" I stumble back in surprise.

"What? What is it?" Samantha panics. She peeks through the window to see if I'm okay.

The shining golden-brown eyes land on my small form. I clutch my heart, face red hot and embarrassed out of my mind. The near full view of Samantha's breasts in her tank top and barely covered lower area with spandex is at the front of my mind and I can't get rid of the image.

"Caesar, are you-"

"Go put some clothes on!" I shout, clearly cutting her off.

She says nothing and I say nothing. We just stare at each other through the window. I think the reason she's staring at me is that she's trying to read my mind. We both know that doesn't work. Believe me, I've tried when I was younger, a lot younger. There was one time actually when I tried to control mom's mind so she would buy me chocolate-chip cookies once. She told me I looked like a chipmunk with a butch of nuts in my mouth.

Samantha moves out of the window frame which pulls me out of my happy thought.

"You better get dressed too!" Samantha calls back while walking away.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I mutter already making my over to the closet and pulling out a fresh pair of clothes.

In minutes, I'm dressed in a hoodie, jeans, and snug fitting tennis shoes. Wearing a fresh pair of clothes is so refreshing. It's almost as refreshing as my first shower last night in months.

All of this makes me feel more of a jerk than normally. Not to worry, I've planned to apologize sooner or later today.

I sit out on the front porch waiting for Samantha. I wonder what we are going to do today. Hopefully, there's no shopping involved or getting in the car. I'd much rather stay home then go out and be ogled by giants. It's definitely not the most fun experience.

I'm so deep in thought of what I don't want to do today that I didn't notice the yellow high top converse covered feet a couple of yards away. I look Samantha up and down. A regular white v-neck shirt, a red flannel shirt tied around her waist where jean shorts hug her hips and thighs.

"Hey," Samantha says tapping her foot. She kneels down and extends an open palm for me. "I'm sure you're dying to eat something. One of the maids is going to make brunch for you, though, I don't think it's going to be your size."

I glare at the hand, thinking whether or not I should give Samantha a hard time. I decide against it after putting her through so much yesterday and climb onto the fleshly bag of skin.

It's squishy and soft in the middle of her palm when I sit down. She has used lotion on her hands. Several times over.

Samantha cracks the biggest grin I've ever seen and I'm sure her eyes just turned into stars because of how bright they're twinkling. She must be geeking out in her head when I walk on without a fight.

I shake my head and let her have her moment. It's kind of cute actually. Agh! What am I saying ?!

"Now let's get this show on the road!" Samantha says with a lot of enthusiasm.

I'm lifted off the ground like a rocket shooting up in the air, except there's no count down and there's no rocket! My sad empty stomach does a flip or two before we stop moving. The blissful short moments of standing still are burned when Samantha starts to walk again.

"Julie makes a killer brunch, Caesar. I'm sure you'll love it." Yeah, if I get to the kitchen alive I'll be sure to leave her a review on Yelp.

The stairs aren't so fun. bounce after bounce after bounce. I think I'm going to be sick!

The torment is finally over when we reach the kitchen. White and dark brown are everywhere. They're nice contrasting colors for each other. Makes the kitchen look very nice. Samantha sets me down on the white granite countertop and pulls out a stool to sit on. She looks at me with that same big face grin and it's starting to creep me out.

"Urm... Are you okay?" I ask, pointing out that she is still wearing that smile. "You're starting to freak me out."

Samantha quickly snaps out of it, blushing, and looks away. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was staring."

I shrug it off. "Eh, whatever."

A minute or two goes by and the maid still hasn't shown up. My stomach grows hungrier and hungrier as the seconds pass. At any moment my body could start eating itself to satisfy the hungry beast in my gut.

A cheery ring tone blares from down below. Samantha digs out her phone from her back pocket. One simple glance at the caller ID and she pops up out of the stool. She tells me that she has to take the call and will be back in a few minutes.

"And don't run away." She commands then disappears out of the door frame. She then pops her head back in. "Please."

"Don't worry, I won't," I call out. She probably didn't hear me at all, but it makes me feel a little better just to answer.

I think I saw a small smirk on her face before she disappeared again. That or I may have pictured it.