sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i’m not living. how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
⠀⠀ ‘i won’t! i’ll keep you awake, even.’ wishful thinking, that is———just one blink away from succumbing to the melodic lull that is slumber. alas, propped on an elbow, star looms over lover with excessive fondness in smile.
‘ The problem is that you make comfortable enough to oversleep… ’ she sighs tiredly, tilting her head to peek at lover, her greatest mistake as she is faced with her weakness weaponized against her.
…
‘ …Fine, but wake me up if I’m still sleeping when it’s time for class ’
⠀⠀ ‘it’s only ten minuuuuutes..’ a drawn out whine into shoulder——blade, python——esque coil of limbs ensure her delay / bambi——eyed plea over nape. ‘you can spare ten minutes for your girlfriend, can’t you?’
The comforting embrace and warmth surely didn’t help her mind to wake up any sooner…
She chuckles hands resting over arms wrapped around her body.
‘ I don’t, I like my mornings to be focused on me, so I take advantage of my special case to arrange my routine ’
The doll snorts amused at the clingy transactions of the star, leg insuring she wouldn’t be leaving bed anytime soon. How could someone be so active after waking up? She lied in bed for some good moments before being able to stand up and think properly.
⠀⠀ apple——cheek flush to curve of spine ere doll slumps within beckoning limbs———not that rejection was open for consideration. lower extremity slung over dip in hip / starstones doused in warmth.
The dolls pauses, one exposed leg seconds from touching the ground and one hand pulling the blanket aside. She sighs helplessly, moving back into the bed and peeking at star over her shoulder.
⠀⠀ forearms coil round @bloomingren’s waist as doll attempts to leave shared bed. stubbornly slumped halfway off the edge. ‘waiiiit, five more minutes.’