•Pseudonym•

~The Acceptance~

Y/n P.O.V:

Snores.

Lots of them.

Escaped your mouth, and clattered with the walls around you to make a noise that even a wolf might scurry away from.

It rattled your lungs, shook your throat, and dried out your mouth.

But you took no mind of it. Sleep too much of a sedative to make you want to awake.

Your face twitched as you inhaled, and exhaled with a much greater force.

The lamp no longer being the item that shined brightly throughout the room. Instead, the friendly bright circle in the sky doing that job.

Your hand rested upon the leather bound pages of expertly written letters, words, and sentences dancing around in your mind. It being able to conjure up a dream unlike any other one you've had before.

While sleeping, all of the disorganized thoughts from the day seemed to straighten themselves out. It gave great clarity to a once chaotic setting that enriched the way you functioned.

Peaceful.

It was the only word to describe it.

Right now, there was not much else you could ask for.

You had your rest.

You had your amity.

And you had your answer.

***

You continued to lie there, still, but not so silent.

The alarm clock not on duty, due to it being a late Sunday evening.

Somehow, you had managed to snooze through the entire day.

Undisturbed.

"Wake the hell up!"

Something smacked your body, rolling off you as a groggy croak erupted from you.

You smacked your lips, stretching and unbothered by your unhappy friend.

"I don't understand how someone could be so loud while sleeping!" Lisa huffed. "How?!"

"Mmm," you mumbled, "Need more sleep."

You rolled over, face stuffed into your pillow as you let the book fall from your loose grasp, to the floor.

Lisa instantly noticed, much too familiar with your sleeping patterns.

"Are you kidding?" she picked up the paperback, "You were up all night reading again... weren't you?!"

You mushed out more incoherent words, absorbed into how good your bed felt.

As you were going to fall back into a deeper sleep, much like last night, something was brought to your mind once again.

"Lisa?" you popped your head up.

"What?" she kept flipping through the book, perched on the end of your bed.

"What-what time is it?" anxiously you waited for her to reply.

"Well, look who gives a damn about what time of day it is now," she chuckled, "I wouldn't think that by the way you snooze."

"Not now! What time is it?!" you rushed, urgency starting to creep over you.

She set the book down, "It's five in the evening. Why-"

"Crap!"

You wake like your hooked up to an outlet.