13 December 2012
A story for @tattyteddy Enjoy my dear!
The moon shone brightly into the large bedroom. With the wall high windows cracked only slightly, a breeze still carried the satin curtains in its hands. The room feels too big and I feel so minuscule. My friend, Xander, is just down the hall. Of course, coming from a wealthy and prestigious family, he's used to the size of this place. I prefer my two bedroom apartment. I lay in the giant bed and stare at the wall. No matter what, I can't seem to fall asleep. I sigh and roll over. Why Xander asked me to tag along with him is beyond me. I just hope this business he has with one of his father's clients goes quickly tomorrow. I sigh again when I hear the door knock. It's not the commanding knock of the Host and it's not the nervous knock of the maids. It's quiet and almost hesitant, like it's not sure if it should be knocking. I roll back over and sit up, clutching the blankets to my chest. "Come in," I call. The door opens slowly and Xander's head pops in sheepishly. I pat the empty space next to me and he comes in slowly and sits down. "These rooms are too big." He finally speaks and it's not at all what I was expecting. I finally nod in silent agreement. We sit there, listening to the wind. I see movement from the corner of my eye and Xander is suddenly under the sheets next to me. He settles in and finally looks at me, pink and a 'what ya gonna do about it' look on his face. I roll my eyes and ruffle his hair. I look out the window, thinking he's going to bed. Instead, he shifts so his head is in my lap. My heart seems to skip a beat and I finally settle for brushing his hair with my fingers. He's drifting now, his eyes slowly closing. He's almost asleep when he suddenly grabs my hand. He threads his fingers through mine and gently kisses the back of my hand. I blush and he smiles with his eyes still closed. He doesn't release my hand. Instead, he holds it to his heart am begins to snore gently. I sit and stare at him. Finally, I gently pull his glasses from his face and place them on the bedside table. I stroke his hair once and lean down over him, my hair forming a wavy caramel curtain. I kiss his cheek and whisper to him "Dream a dream for me." The moon rests behind fluffy white clouds.
Dream A Dream For Me • Opuss № I