"I sit and wait.
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
And do they know the places where we go
when we're gray and old?
'Cause I've been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold."
Daisy woke gradually, cozy and suffused with warmth, the early morning sun morphing the black of sleep in to the gray of semi-conscious daydreaming. Her eyes fluttered open, long enough to make sure the world had not fallen off it's axis during the night and that she in fact was still sleeping double in a single bed... Something they might need to look into before one of them fell off of it.
It hadn't occurred to either of them the night before - mainly because they hadn't done much sleeping.
She grinned and snuggled back closer towards the man spooned against her, his arm draped possessively over her waist. He stirred briefly and mumbled something incoherent.
Enos had never been a morning person, and Daisy knew half of the times he pulled his cruiser up to the curb at the Police Station he'd only been out of bed a good fifteen minutes, if that. But she wanted to share this morning with him before he inevitably had to get up and rush off to work.
She ran the fingers of her right hand lightly down his arm, and back up again, earning her nothing more than a slight twitch and a sigh. Determined to get his attention one way or another, she reached behind her, running her hand over his hip and along the outside of his thigh.
Enos laughed out loud, startling himself awake, and reflexively kicking her in the process. "Dang it, Daisy! That tickles."
She rolled over to face him. "That ain't what you said last night, sugar," she teased.
He grinned back at her, but didn't take her bait. "Morning, Mrs. Strate," he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I'm awful sorry the bed's so small," he said, contritely, sounding more like his usual self.
"I'm not," she countered. "Not right now anyways. and you'd better not tell me you've gotta be at work in half an hour."
He propped his head up on his elbow and glanced at the clock on the wall which read 6:25. "I've got a little longer than that."
A dark, stormy cloud settled over her good mood. "I can't believe Rosco's making you work the morning shift!" she seethed. "It ain't enough he's gotta make you sit out by Skunk Hollow, but anybody that's got the nerve to expect someone to come in the morning after they got married ain't got the good sense God gave a horsefly! He's got some nerve..."
She scowled at Enos who was looking far too amused at her rant for his own good.
"What's so funny?" she snapped, irritated.
"I never said I had to work this morning."
"But, you said-"
"I said I had more than half and hour," he reminded her, smugly. "I asked Cletus if he'd cover for me today."
Daisy stared at him. "I can't ever remember you taking off 'cept when your appendix burst."
He shrugged. "Lunchtime when I's on patrol was about the only time I could always count on seeing you." He grinned deviously at her. "'Course, I suppose I could go on in..." With a speed she hadn't expected, Enos snaked his arms around her and rolled over, pulling her underneath him. "...unless there's something you need me for."
He hovered above her, waiting for her answer. She slid her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. "I just need you," she whispered.
Daisy was just clearing their plates from a breakfast of toast and jelly (the two least moldy things she could find) when the phone rang. She stopped and watched as Enos walked over to the desk and picked it up.
"Enos Strate speaking."
His smile fell as he listened to the voice on the other end.
"Cletus!" he groaned. "Ding-dang it, go call Rosco!"
Daisy rolled her eyes, not wanting to imagine what kind of a mess Cletus could have gotten himself into.
"Fine. I'll be there in a minute." Enos dropped the receiver back into it's cradle and scowled at it bitterly for a moment.
Daisy sat the plates back down. "What's wrong?"
Enos shrugged. "Oh, it's nothing much. Cletus just locked his keys in Hazzard number two. I've gotta go over and unlock it for him."
"What's wrong with Rosco?"
"Rosco said he'd charge him twenty bucks." He grabbed his keys from off the dresser and kissed her cheek. "Sorry, hun, I'll be back in a minute."
"That's okay, I'll make a shopping list while you're gone."
Fifteen minutes later, Daisy had made the bed, washed the dishes, and written up a short grocery list. Her suitcase was still under the bed so she dragged it out and sat it on the bed, wondering if she could make room in any of the dresser drawers for her clothes. She unzipped it and threw the top back, but stopped short.
On top of the clothes lay a dog-eared, paperback book. Her first thought was that Bo or Luke had put it in with her things, but that didn't seem like something they would do. She picked it up and turned it over...and then threw it down onto the bed as if it were made of hot coals. It lay there for some time, with Daisy staring at it as though it might get up and run off on it's own accord, or perhaps just fade away...like a dream...
Finally, with trembling hands, she picked The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn back up and opened it. There was a handwritten note on the inside cover. It read:
Remember no one is a failure who has friends.
Thanks for the wings!"
She read it through twice more, then closed the book and lifted her eyes towards Heaven.
"No," she said, solemnly. "Thank you."