Brice was sleeping. He'd hidden under the duvet and tried to get comfortable, which was hard when you'd gotten used to someone always sleeping next to you. It had taken him a long time to drift away, and when he did, he tended to precariously balance at the very side of the little dent Mel's head had made in her pillow, and sometimes he fell nose first into it, which woke him up for a second or so. He missed the smell of her hair next to him. It calmed him down.
He was really, really pathetic.
But now he was asleep at last, hugging her pillow and hoping no one would see him like this, and he dreamed confusing, frustrating dreams about being a kid again and not getting the one thing he wanted, only the object of his childish desire changed all the time and he was never quite sure what he wanted so badly.
He didn't wake up when Mel came in. He made no sign he'd noticed her arrival, but kept sleeping in the safe, dry warmth of the bed, snoring lightly. One bare foot stuck out from under the duvet in one end, and some messy brownish hair was visible in the other. Somewhere in-between was Brice curled up, almost like a hibernating bear, only those rarely wore faded band t-shirts and boxer shorts.
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Date: 2008-09-16 08:33 pm (UTC)He was really, really pathetic.
But now he was asleep at last, hugging her pillow and hoping no one would see him like this, and he dreamed confusing, frustrating dreams about being a kid again and not getting the one thing he wanted, only the object of his childish desire changed all the time and he was never quite sure what he wanted so badly.
He didn't wake up when Mel came in. He made no sign he'd noticed her arrival, but kept sleeping in the safe, dry warmth of the bed, snoring lightly. One bare foot stuck out from under the duvet in one end, and some messy brownish hair was visible in the other. Somewhere in-between was Brice curled up, almost like a hibernating bear, only those rarely wore faded band t-shirts and boxer shorts.