Band On The Run

Run Right Back

I could feel the hand on my back as well as the soft cotton of the pillow that I was hugging, but I wasn’t awake. I was in that realm where you’re caught between consciousness and dreams. My closed eyes still caught the sheen of the sunlight coming through the window, but my mind didn’t register where I was.

And it was much easier for my head to replay a memory through my mind as if I was living it than to actually drag me out of the sleep I was caught in.

Even though the soft light was creeping in the window between the curtains and it was causing a hazy glow on my closed eyelids, I kept my eyes firmly shut. It wasn’t that I exactly wanted to go back to sleep, in fact that was the last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to stretch out the moment as long as I could.

Smiling slightly against the supple pillow that my cheek was pressed into, I memorized the lines and twists that the fingers were tracing on my bare back. I couldn’t understand their directions or decipher a pattern, but it was feather light against my bare skin and one of the most relaxing ways I could have been awoken. The fingertip was just so gentle, drawing out those intricate designs in the soft sunlight.

However as time went on with my mind becoming less fogged from sleep, I began to feel a tenseness wherever the finger might travel, goosebumps being raised by its touch.

Finally giving into the fact that the moment had been stretched out as long as possible, I let my eyes flicker open slowly. Turning my head so that my other cheek now rested on the pillow, I smiled sleepily when my eyes caught onto Seth’s.

The quiet sun travelling into the room making his eyes blaze golden hazel and his hair was as always mused, his bared chest was bared leanly muscular to the entire room, but I was the only one there to appreciate it. He was propped up in bed with his elbow, his free hand the one that had been tracing patterns on my back and smiled at me when I turned to look at him, his one dimple in his left cheek. All in all he looked far too handsome for just having woken up. It really was unfair.

“Morning,” he greeted me, his deep husky morning voice causing a whole different set of goosebumps to rise on my skin.

Grinning, I bite my bottom lip lightly, snuggling my cheek deeper into the plush pillow I was half hugging on the bed. “Morning,” I returned, my voice a bit on the rough side as I looked up at him.

As a silence stretched out that was far from uncomfortable, he let his hand travel up to brush my messy hair back, tucking it behind me ear.

Yawning, I closed my eyes for a moment. “What are you doing up?” I questioned.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied simply, his eyes searching my face.

“What do we have to do today?” I sighed, wanting nothing more than to snuggle more into the lush king-sized hotel room bed. Our days over the past months of the tour had been planned right down to the minute almost, giving us little to no free time. And as much as I loved playing the concerts and interacting with the fans – the interviews, not so much – there was a point where I was just dead tired. And this was that point.

Maybe I was being a whiney child, I mean; I had the best job I could have ever hoped for, I shouldn’t be complaining. But all the days and cities and countries had started blurring together. I was so tired.

No wonder we’d been partying so much lately, anything to keep it from becoming monotonous. Hell, my nose still burned slightly from yesterday and there was a tell-tale taste of cigarettes, weed and vodka still in my mouth.