your eyes *are* getting difficult to keep open. you know you’re safe in his hold, and it lulls you to sleep as it often does. he kisses the top of your head and pulls you closer as you finally let yourself rest. “you can sleep, sweetheart. i’ll fly us to the moon.”
thread based off this tweet for my partner @xxzombarbiexx (ily!)
you come home after a long and difficult day, and you want nothing more than to curl up in bed with ken’s old hoodie and float until the day ends. the around you gets blurrier and heavier as you go through your—
then scoot over, you need a copilot.” he climbs into bed beside you, and you’re finding home nestled in his side before he can even get an arm around you. your body relaxes almost instantly and it triggers a yawn. “tired before takeoff?” ken teases. “nuh uh!” you pout, but—