Muse [18+] • REVISING

31 | Motions

The floorboards nearing the bedroom start to creak and I know she's about to do everything in her power to get me out of bed. This has been the fourth time this week she has had to pry the blankets from my body.

"I know you know I'm here. If you don't get out of bed in the next thirty seconds, I'm throwing everything you own off of the balcony," her voice comes out muffled and I push my face deeper into the satin-sheet pillow in hopes she'll go away.

She then drags the top comforter off of my body and I am left wrapped in silk. I shift and roll around the bed, wrapping myself completely with the thin bedding so that she's unable to pull this one off as well and in turn, have to physically drag me from the mattress. Instead of pushing like she normally does, I feel a weight drop at the edge of the bed and peak up at her. She is now still, sitting and patiently waiting for me. A bit suspicious at her actions as Cordelia is never one for peace, I grudgingly push myself up, as well as the pillows, and lean against the backboard.

"No lecturing or cruel castigation today?" I ask, fully yawning despite post-hibernation.

She turns to me and only gives me a soft smile and I raise my eyebrows, concerned at who took my Cordelia from me because the lady currently sitting in front of me is made up of gentle expressions and radiating sentiment.

"Why do you look like that?" I question, unraveling from my sheet cocoon. She immediately drops her sweet face and gives me an offended look.

"What do you mean, why do I look like that?" She tries to defend herself and it gets a weak laugh out of me.

"Every time you come here, you are either threatening to drag me down the staircase or physically nagging me until I'm forced to get up...today you're just sitting there," I explain, crossing my arms.

All she does is nod. She places her hand down onto the bed, trying to reach out for mine and I follow through with the affectionate gesture. There's a lecture coming, I can feel it. She opens her mouth to speak and closes it again, trying to pick the right words to say. There's nowhere to be and so I just patiently wait for her thoughts to catch up to her. And then she says only a few syllables with near-fatal depth.

"Babe, it's time," she gives me that look. The one that tells me she can't keep enabling me.

I debate retreating under the covers and spending another day refusing to face this feeling head-on. I've mentally fought with myself for quite a while, wondering how another human being can have this much control over my wellbeing and it leaves me mindblown how difficult it is to experience something as precious as love. In contradiction, it is all too painful, gut-wrenching, on-the-edge kamikaze and yet, I believe this is the only way to tell if it's real.

Habitually picking at the beds of my nails, I reluctantly agree with Cordelia as although it hasn't been even a month, everyone and I knew that it was time for me to get back to my life. I've wasted too many minutes, blankly staring at walls and lonely sipping from a cerulean mug.

Shifting the sheets from my body, I force my legs one by one off of the bed. I feel like an infant learning to walk for the first time but the cold wooden floor sends shocks through my body, yelling at me to wake up and push. Grabbing a hair clip from the nightstand, I pull what is a mess of my hair into some kind of chaotic bun and pin it in its place, although there is very little luck as pieces naturally fall.

"Why are you so adamant that I get out of bed anyway?" I walk into the closet, looking for a pair of sweatpants to change into.

"Number one, you shouldn't have given me a key if you didn't want me to check up on you," she responds. "Two, I actually wanted to take you somewhere today."