Imagine 39: Calum Thomas Hood (Tracing)
Your fingertips traced his hand, your eyes fluttering as you fought to stay awake as Calum adjusted his head on your shoulder, his curly hair tickling your cheek.
Your other hand entwined with his in your lap, your thumb tracing his mum's initials on his skin.
"Calum," you say in a hushed tone, "are you awake?" You shake your shoulder in an attempt to stir him up, but he wouldn't move.
You shifted to sit up, your hands moving to the now empty space on the couch to help push yourself up.
Calum's head followed your shoulder, the side of his head never leaving your skin, emitting a soft laugh from you, making Calum grin as he sat up, ruffling his hair, his eyes drooping in sleepiness.