A/N: Title, "Wake Up to Dream" is from the same place as Sky Held to My Skin, but not a direct quote, since I'm changing the rules.

Similar concept to "The Sky Held to My Skin" and Scribbler's "As Deep as the Sky". Ficlets still inspired by random songs, but no time limit. For now, ficlets 500 words and up go in here. Less than 500 words, Sky Held to My Skin.

Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars

"Or this one?" Mai held up a red dress in front of herself, next to the blue. Jounouchi blew a strand of hair out of his face, bored. Mai frowned, twisting her head to look at him right-side-up. He was laying spread-eagle on his back, head hanging over the foot of the bed.

"Sure," he said lazily. Mai tossed the red dress at his face, hanger and all. He threw up his arms and swatted it to the floor. "Hey!"

"Would it kill you to pay attention?" she complained. He rolled his eyes. "Come on, get up." She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him off the bed, but he yanked it back and sat up on his own.

"Oh, come on," Jounouchi whined, swinging his legs around and crossing them, Indian-style, despite being fully dressed in a three-piece tuxedo. "I don't see what the point is. You're gonna look great no matter what you wear. Just pick something."

"Empty flattery will not get you out of here any faster," Mai grumbled as she flicked through her closet. "If you're not going to help, just go wait downstairs or something."

"You want help?" he challenged. "All right. Put that one on." He pointed to the dress on the floor. She raised an eyebrow, but he kept staring her down. After a moment, she signed and threw up her hands.

"Fine. Turn around." She waggled a finger in a circle to emphasize the point. Jounouchi stared at her like she was crazy, but she returned the look, and he reluctantly complied.

"Is this really neccesary?" Jounouchi complained, then chuckled. "It's not like it's that much different than what you usuaslly-"

"Do you really want to finish that sentence?"

Her tone made Jounouchi shake his head without another thought. She smoothed the dress. "Okay, look."

"There. Perfect!" He declared, jumping up. But she frowned, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Oh... I don't know..."

"What's wrong with it?" He came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her. She tugged at the dress, but he pulled her hand away. "Just look for a second. Don't fuss with it." She rolled her eyes, but dropped her hands. "Now smile."


"Do it." He grinned, that goofy, teenager grin of his, to demonstrate. "Come on, smile."

She couldn't help but laugh. "What are you trying to do?" He pulled her arms out, to show off the dress. She pushed him away, but playfully, still laughing.

"There!" He resumed his place next to her and nodded to the mirror. "See? It's perfect."

"What is?"

"You!" He grinned. "You always are! How many times do I gotta say it?"

"You..." she tried to sound angry, but took one last look at them in the mirror together. When in her life would she ever have believed someone could make her smile like that? "Okay, let's go."