Bit of purple prose. I've been reading fic for this film for years and thought it would be nice to add my own. The Nightmare Before Christmas, Jack, and Sally (c) Tim Burton, Touchstone Pictures, The Walt Disney Corporation, etc.
There is a gentle rustling of blankets that breaks the dead silence of the night air. Tucked away in the back of the tower, behind the heavy black curtains that divides the tower study from the sleeping quarters, Jack stirs in bed. The sound of the wind tapping on the cracked windows had awakes him from a the most wonderful nightmare. He lies flat on his stomach, feeling the weight and the warmth of the sheets and blankets on top of him. A lovingly made patchwork quilt brushes against his bone, the coarse cotton pressing light kisses onto the surface of his skull.
With the quietest and most indiscernible movements, he creeps across the surface of the mattress towards the slender figure lying dormant beside him.
Sally sleeps peacefully, her right cheek pressed into the pillow, chestnut hair splayed behind and around her long elegant neck, lips askew, the bottom not quite aligning with the top.
In the darkness he stretches beside her, content to simply be in her presence. Sally is beautiful in this moonlight, streaming in from the cracks in the curtains that separate the pair from the outside world.
There is too much hurry out there. Jack would much rather remain in the silence between each of Sally's breaths.
She turns in her sleep and her long eyelashes flutter open revealing two large round eyes that stare up at him as she adjusts herself to being awake. She registers his face and smiles, stitches on the side of her lips, arching upward in a delicate display of her affection directed towards him. She begins to yawn, but that gives way to a sleepy sigh. She mutters something incoherent and her eyelids begin to have difficulty holding themselves open.
"Go back to sleep love," he says, softly touching his lips to her forehead. He lifts an arm and manages to wrap her in blankets and his arms all at once. Even in her sleep she snuggles closer to him, burying her face into his chest.
His chin resting on the top of her head, he listens to her breathing, syncing his own breath to match it. Their sighs and nightmares drift off together into the chilly clouded night.