WWE Prompt One Shots

Shane Thorne #12

I rolled over in bed again, just missing rolling into Shane's face that was in close proximity. His body kept rising as he inhaled to release yet another one of his ferocious snores.

We were leaving for a flight in just under seven hours trying to capture every last bit of sleep we could, or at least he could.

I sighed and prodded his cheek like I usually did, waiting for him to snore again, allowing me to poke him again.

We went back and forth until his eyelids finally fluttered open. "Is it time to get ready already?" He murmured.

"No, but you just won't stop snoring whilst I'm trying to sleep." He let out a huge sigh, instantly shutting his eyes tightly.

"In that case can you stop poking me and just let a guy sleep." I rolled my eyes, not that he could see, at his groggy response.

"Only if you stop snoring, or just go into a different room." He huffed, turning around so his back was facing towards me.

"If I don't sleep now it's all your fault, my subconscious mind getting the better of me."

I reached forward and prodded his back, "yeah, whatever."