Author: GrinningRandomElf

Summary: Getting out of bed is a bitch. Neo would much rather sleep in.

Disclaimers: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with The Matrix, WB, the Wachowski brothers, Trinity, Neo, Morpheus, Link or the Neb. Infatuated with, now there's a different matter. I am writing this purely for my own enjoyment and am not making any money off it whatsoever. Darnit.

A/N: A random, probably not very funny idea that came to me as I woke up for school and wished it was Sunday. I like Sundays. I also like reviews, but then, who doesn't?

Sunday

After exactly six hours of sleep, Trinity's eyes popped open, and she was fully awake. Habit formed over long years of military service was not easily broken. She started to roll away from Neo, who was still asleep and not so disciplined as herself, but his arm tightened at her waist, pulling her back to him.

She smiled gently. He often did this. He hated getting out of bed. So did she, truth be told, but she got up anyway. No point whining about what needed to be done.

"Neo, it's time to get up," she murmured to him.

He shook his head and snuggled down further. "No it isn't," he replied, eyes still closed.

"Yes it is. We have work to do." She pulled futilely at the arm which still had a vice-like grip on her waist.

"Nope. It's Sunday."

She frowned. What on earth was he talking about? It was Thursday, not Sunday, and they worked most Sundays anyway. "It's Thursday, Neo."

"Sunday. Don't work Sundays."

"Yes we do, and it's Thursday in any case."

"Nope. Sunday. Not getting up."

"Thursday. Yes you are."

"No."

"Neo -"

But before she could finish, he pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her. Looking down into her eyes, he said, very firmly, "Sunday," and before she could protest, kissed her very gently, just a brush of lips.

He pulled away, and she looked up at him For a long moment. "Sunday, you say." Her voice was soft and husky.

He nodded. "That's it. Sunday."

"Okay."

Morpheus banged on the door of the cabin Trinity and Neo shared. They hadn't shown up for breakfast, and when they were late for the day's work - today they were supposed to be working the bugs out of the new navigation system - he had gone to find them.

There was a pause, and then a voice, thick with sleep, said, "C'min."

He opened the door and glared. The pair was spooned together on the bed, facing the door.. All he could see of Trinity was a lump under the blankets and a mop of black hair against Neo's chest. Neo looked back over the top of his lover's head with a grumpy you-woke-me-up expression. "What?"

"It's time for work."

"No it isn't," said Neo. "It's Sunday."

"What? It's Thursday. Get up."

Trinity's head popped up out of the blankets. She looked at him, frowning. "Go 'way. Sunday. Sleeping in."

Neo nodded. "S'right. Sleeping in." And they both settled down again, snuggling against one another.

"Trinity -"

"Sunday!"

Morpheus stood in the doorway for a long moment, then shook his head and shut the door behind him as he left them alone.

Link looked up as Morpheus' head popped up onto the main deck. "Did you find them, sir?"

"Yes," replied Morpheus calmly. "However, I seem to have gotten my days mixed up. It's Sunday, not Thursday. I'm going back to bed."

Link blinked several times. "Sir, what are you talking about?"

"It's Sunday. The day for sleeping in. You should go back to bed, too." His head disappeared, and Link heard him walking off in the direction of his cabin.

Link sat quietly in his chair for a moment. This was a weird ship.

He went back to bed.