mornings. - a jjba drabble book

joseph joestar

—it's a dark morning.

Snoring. Loud snoring.

Your eyes snap open to darkness. What time was it? You didn't know. All you knew was the loud snoring that interrupted your sleep.

It was him. A brunet. His toned stomach... You could feel it pressed against your back. And the snoring. It was right next your ear. It is irritating at times, of course, but the faces he makes while asleep are worth the lack of sleep.

Like previous times, you try to get a glimpse of this "sleeping beauty" -- his blond companion would rather label him as a "beast", you being the "beauty" -- but his grip on you kept you from moving more than a millimeter.

You'd think this activity would wake him.

He doesn't.

You search for another way to escape his hold and see his face. No luck whatsoever.

"Goddamnit."

You would resort to thrashing about in his arms but fear that you'd fall off the bed with him attached and then be crushed by his overwhelming weight.

The big oaf.

You resign yourself to his suffocating embrace, denying that you liked the feeling of warmth, and fall asleep.