He'll definitely never get here.
I did chores (and I did get scared because my house represented crimson peak when there were no lights on) just to try and tire myself out. Well, I did get tired, but hypnos never minded cradling me in his arms.
I watched my front door if it creaks open. Read my favorite parts from The Tempest. Ate a bit, went on incognito online. I really can't sleep. And to make matters worse, Chris will probably come here. Or not.
I don't know!
Sometimes he makes jokes, but sometimes he makes truths that appear like a joke to me, or to other people. I've experienced these stuff from him a lot of times already but I can still never tell which is a truth and which is another joke from a natural jocular.
Sickened of the silence, I played classical music. And silently hoped that it could help me sleep.
Or not. What if Chris really comes and I'm asleep?
But then I have to go to a meeting tomorrow. But who are they to judge if I had bags under my eyes? Or will not having eyebags make you look more presentable and disciplined? What about Chris?
"Ugh, please just text me if you're joking." I wish.
Chris was really not predictable. What should I do now?
Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn.
It was 4:47 am and I can't sleep. I'm still anticipating Chris. I don't know what I would do. Should I have a cup of tea? Yes, I should. I missed Jasmine tea.
I was boiling water and I thought that I should get ready for the day. I got my clothes out for today, and started stretching.
My pot whistled, so I came downstairs. I was about to get the pot away from the stove but I heard knocks, so I went to open the door first. It might be the mailman.
"Hi Tom! Are you accommodating anybody? Can you accommodate me?" I know that voice. And how could we miss the face? It's the highlight.
I jokingly close the door and had some thoughts. He really came? Didn't he know that I was in such a chaos, thinking if he would come?
He knocked again and I opened the door.
"Yes...? Or are you gonna kick my sorry ass back to Australia?"
"Well, fine. Just get in."
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-in which an overly dosed tom calls chris to help him sleep and fight insomnia. both want to do that more often after realizing that it was magical and it makes the both happy. tom pretends to be unable to sleep, while chris talks to him, but doesn'...