No prompt or continuation today, just a fresh post. I’m feeling fiction.
The air is warm around me as I stretch before curling up again. My eyes feel heavy, lead eyelids weighing them down, as I drift in that quasi-conscious state. Jack is on the couch next to me, eyes intent on the movie. I try to wake myself up, doing the usual tricks like pinching my arm and holding my breath. They work, for a time, but five minutes later I’m back to being one step away from sleeping.
I feel his arm go around me, a soft chuckle as he pulls me against his chest and kisses the top of my head.
“Do you want to go to bed?”
“No I’m okay,” I mumble, nuzzling his chest and closing my eyes.
He gives me another kiss, letting his lips linger in my hair for a moment, lost in thought or the movie or maybe wondering if I switched shampoos. I drift away again, the movie distant background to the soothing rhythm of his heart and breath.
Next thing I know, his arms are gently pulling me upward.
“Come on, lazy bones, it’s bedtime.”
“No, but the movie-”
“Is over. Come on.”
He leads me to bed, turning down the covers while I rub my eyes and blink.
“But I have to-”
“You have to go to bed and get some real sleep. Whatever it is can wait til morning, sweetie.”
I grumble as I climb under the covers, pulling them up to my chin. A moment later, he slides into bed next to me.
“Come here, noodle,” he says, opening his arms.
I snuggle up close, a happy noise escaping my lips as I get comfy against his chest.
“You’re the best,” I tell him.
“So you tell me,” he says, rubbing my shoulder. “Sweet dreams, love.”
I mumble something that sounds like sweet dreams, squeezing him tight as I fall asleep.