The Dreamer

The Sleep.

I stepped through the massive black door and threw my shoes on top of the stack of his sneakers, as he shut the door behind me. 

- I'll make you some coffee

He said as he noticed me still wobbling . When he walked past me his arm grazed mine, and I felt a small shiver run through my body,  I hated him for his skin having such an effect on me. I followed him into the kitchen/living room and threw myself down on the sofa. 

-If you want you can go lay down in the bedroom, I'll be crashing here for the night.

He said looking up from stirring the coffee inform of him. I didn't know why but I suddenly felt angry, all of a sudden I wanted to hit him for being so perfect. 

- No you're not! Im sleeping here, you can go fuck off if you want but I'm not moving my ass for anything. 

He laughed under his breath and said jokingly:

-PMS?

-No, I don't need hormones to hate you. 

I curled myself into a ball on his tiny sofa, although I must admit, as tiny as it was, it was extremely comfortable. He strolled over holding a mug in his hand, he crouched next to the sofa and handed it to me. 

-Here, drink this it will help you sober up.

I pulled myself up, and sat cross legged on the sofa, I was beginning to hate the dress I was wearing, it was so uncomfortable. I shuffled to try and stop the dress itching my skin. I took a long drink of of the coffee, and smiled slightly. It felt like heaven in my mouth. I looked up at him, and I could feel my expression soften.

-Thanks.

I said quietly, he just slashed his teeth in a wide smile. I looked over him, and noticed he had a big wound running down from his left temple to his eyebrow. It was gushing out blood. 

-You're hurt.

I placed the mug down on the floor, I pulled his face closer to mine so I could examine the wound.

-Its just a small cut, I'll be fine.

He said looking into my eyes.

-No you're not, come on. 

I stood up, much more balanced this time, I grabbed his arm, and lead him to the bathroom. He followed letting out a long sigh, dragging his feet  along the way. 

-Sit down.

I said pointing to the closed toilet seat. He sat down without saying a word. I took a towel and run it under the tap. This time it was me crouching in front of him, dabbing the wound to try and clean it. He looked up at me with fascination.

-You sure know what you're doing.

-My brother used to come home looking much worse then you, I had practice.

He smiled lightly.

-Well, thanks for caring Dr Afro.

I looked at him with a playful smile spread across my lips, as I dabbed the wound a tad bit harder.  He winced in pain.

-Sorry.

He said in a soft calm voice. He took my hand away from his face and set it down in his lap, drawing circles with his thumb on my palms. He looked over my face with a warm smile  on his lips, he moved his head towards mine slowly  so close that I could feel the tingle of his breath on my skin, and before I could break all the promised I made to myself, I got up to look for a plaster. He let my hand go. He saw me looking around and pointed to the cabinet below the sink and said "in there". I took out 1 large plaster, I peeled off the plastic  and stuck it down on his face, lightly running over it with my finger to make sure it was properly stuck down. I took one final look into his warm emerald eyes, and made my way back to the sofa. Shortly after I lay down I heard his foot steps walking out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, and towards me and the sofa. He handed me a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I took them from him and smiled a little.

-You gonna' wear this tomorrow as well?

I could see him blushing slightly, which was ever so cute. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and let out a panicked laugh.

-I'll try not to.

I went into the bathroom got changed and washed up my face, when I returned to the living room I found a sheet and two pillows. I looked over and out the balcony, to see Jack outside having a smoke,  I could kill for a cigarette right now, I though to myself, and decided to join him.

-You owe me a cigarette remember? 

I said referring to the night at the lake, he smiled slightly and handed me the pack and a lighter. And we stood there side by side, on his small balcony not saying  a word. After we both tossed our buds over the rail, we made our separate ways towards our beds. 

I found myself tossing and turning for a few hours as I thought to myself: Who the fuck gives someone coffee before they go to sleep? After I gave up trying to fall asleep I decided to think. And after I though I decided that I was no longer mad at Jack, no, I do not believe him, but I was getting tired from keeping my distance. I missed him, a lot. And when I got so cold I started to shiver, I grabbed my pillows and on my tip-toes made my way towards jacks room. He was resting his head on both his arms in deep sleep, breathing heavily. He had no shirt on, and I took a second to admire his toned and defined back. I set the pillows on the left side of the bed and slipped under the covers. Jack took in a long breath and rearranged himself so that his arm was on may waist. He took another deep breath and his face took on a confused look. 

-What..?

He said in a sleepy voice while he opened his eyes. I leaned in a bit closer and kissed him. When I pulled back he smiled goofily.

-This doesn't mean were back together. 

He smiled one last time, pulled me closer to him and fell back into a deep  sleep. I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know what I was feeling. All I knew was that I was happy in his arms, and that I wanted to sleep.