Flyers

[Aurora]

Bas, an odd name, it had to be short for something. He settled into her couch and drifted off to sleep without any of the water his friend had brought him.

Aurora gratefully took the cup of coffee, he'd brought cream and sugar, but who needed that. Her father claimed if you were going to drink coffee then it had better be black. The memories of her past were fickle, showing up at weird times, and then when she needed them most they were nare to be seen.

"It seems he wants to sleep."
Aurora looked up to his friend, "He'll be safe here, if you give me your number, I'll call you if anything changes."
She smiled. "There is no need for both of us to watch over him."


Aurora went to her room and grabbed two blankets. Aurora covered the sleeping man with the thicker blanket, and pulled another into the chair and wrapped herself up with one of her books and her hot coffee. "I'm sure he won't give me any trouble, you needn't stay on my behalf. I'm pretty sure he's not going to hurt me in any state of mind."
Aurora laughed. "I think he thinks I'm the Holy Mother, his illusions of his religion I suppose, or something more. But I'm sure I'm safe."