Ellen woke up from her nap when she heard the knock on her bedroom door.
Well, sort of. Her eyes definitely opened, and she rolled over in bed to look at the alarm clock and wonder just why it didn't go off (taking half the bedclothes with her as she did so). She even managed to say, "Come in!" in that overly bright and cheerful tone of voice that people only get when they're trying to pretend they haven't just been woken up. But her body was acting far too much like it wanted to go back to sleep for her to call it 'waking'.
Joe opened the door just enough to slip inside. "Sorry to let myself in," he said, "but you weren't answering your phone." He made a gesture back the way he had come. "Do you need me to...?"
"Huh?" Ellen blinked in confusion. "Oh, no. No, it's fine." It was nice of him to ask, though. They were at that delightfully weird stage of the relationship where they were still trying to decode each other's signals when it came to personal intimacy-they'd fucked with the lights on, but Joe was still trying to figure out whether giving him a key meant he could come in whenever he wanted and Ellen still wasn't sure if he was okay with her walking in on him when he was in the shower.
Ellen sat up a little, adjusting the bedclothes just a bit to free up one of her arms so she could reach for her phone. "We didn't miss the, um...the thing?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't notice the vagueness in her voice. The truth was, she'd slept a lot harder than she intended to, and her head still had that cotton-stuffed feeling that made everything seem slightly unreal. She couldn't quite connect her brain up to what she and Joe were planning to do tonight.
Joe made his way over to the bed, his demeanor radiating calm unconcern. "Nah, we're good," he said. "You've got time. You sure you don't want me to step out while you get dressed?"
Ellen shook her head, staring at her phone for a moment while she tried to remember why the heck she'd grabbed it when she already knew what time it was from the alarm clock. Her normal waking routine was getting all tangled up-she kept doing things that made sense in the morning but not when she was getting ready to go out for a night on the town. She rolled over again, putting the phone back on the bedside table and letting her cheek rest against the pillow for a moment. Maybe five more minutes would help? Or even two. Or even one...
"Ellen?" Joe asked. Her eyes flew open again, and she turned onto her back again. "You sure you're up for this?"
Ellen sat up. Her arm had become entangled in the bedding again, and she realized she was rolled up in the covers like a human burrito. She'd apparently done a lot of tossing and turning for someone who felt like they'd apparently slept like the dead. "Oh, yeah, fine!" she said, realizing she was once again sounding unnaturally bright and cheerful. "I'm totally good. I just need to lever myself out of bed and dunk myself under the shower, and I'll be up for whatever." She rolled over back the way she'd come, trying to unwind the bedspread from around her arms.
Joe sat down on the bed. "You don't, um, need a little help there?" He looked more than a little amused at watching her wriggle around on the bed like an inchworm. "Because you look kind of stuck."
"Nope, I'm good," Ellen said, shimmying her shoulders from side to side. "Just need to get my arms free, is all, and then I can unwind it all myself. I just...erff...just kind of slept funny, is all." She scooted upwards along the bed until the covers slowly bunched their way down her body. "I warned you I like lots of blankets, didn't I?"
Joe laughed. "That you did," he said. He leaned in and gave her a little kiss on the forehead, pretending that he wasn't itching to rescue her from an attempt to untangle herself that was going worse by the minute. She'd managed to slide the bedspread most of the way off, but the sheet underneath it had just rolled over and over onto itself until it was practically knotted around her waist. With her left arm inside the knot, no less. Ellen yanked the bedspread up and away with her free hand, grateful that the only person looking right now was Joe. The view of her tits when she whipped the bedspread off made her look like she was doing the world's most perverted conjuring trick.
With the bedspread free, she could concentrate on trying to kick the sheet off of her. The problem was, she'd apparently managed to wriggle her panties down to her knees in the midst of her attempts to slide out of her bedding burrito, and they'd gotten pretty knotted up as well. She tried moving her legs in a pedaling motion to try to get them off, but all that seemed to do was tangle them up further. By the time they got down to her ankles, they were so tight she couldn't move them at all.
