Disclaimer: The thought of owning Spring Awakening makes me infinitely happy, but, sadly, that is not the case.
Moritz shot out of bed like a bullet from a gun. Gasping for air, his thin body shook. Confused and disoriented, he pulled the curtains from his bedside window open. It was still night. His window remained ajar, the copy of Faust given to him by Melchior propping it up.
The calm fall breeze slowed his heart rate, reminding him that he wasn't forever damned to constant torture of his dreams.
He was drenched in sweat; hot, sticky, unholy, sweat. It made him sick to think about. His nightgown stuck to his naked body like a glove, his hair flopped into his eyes, obstructing his view.
He carefully picked himself out of bed, being careful not to wake his parents and his younger brother Gunter. His parents were told that Gunter was slow. He didn't go to school; he would stay in his room and stare out the window.
His body ached. He had balled himself into the most uncomfortable sleeping position. Stretching out his arms, he padded into his bathroom. A small mirror hung on the wall. A bathtub no longer big enough for Moritz to bathe in sat in the corner. An embroidered cloth was framed right above the door it said, "Cleanliness is Next to Godliness" If that was true, his mind and the minds of his classmates were all going straight to hell.
The darkness of the night kept him from seeing himself in detail. That might have been best considering his current condition. "Moritz Steifel you must stop this." He said to himself as he splashed cold refreshing water onto the back of his neck. "You are still God's child. Don't change that."
And as he walked back into his bed, the sun began to rise.
THE NEXT DAY IN SCHOOL.
"Moritz? Moritz come on its only noon." Moritz was once again, just as he had been the night before. Asleep. This time in class, Latin of all things. Melchior was shaking him awake, tugging at his sleeve.
"I'm sorry Melchi I'm just exhausted. Did you know I haven't slept through the night since last Easter? Its ridiculous Melchior how…tattered up I've become." He said, pulling at his hair.
Melchior chuckled. Pulling the small boy up from his chair, dragging him along out of the classroom. "I promise it will get easier if you just do what I say and give yourself some…relief."
Moritz stopped Melchior in the hallway with a tug on his arm, "Lower your voice Melchior someone is sure to hear you. And no, I haven't and will never…give myself any…relief other that trusting that this is only a phase and I just have to push through it."
"Yes Moritz PUSH through it." Hanschen moaned as he waltzed passed the two boys. Moritz blushed with shame. "Don't listen to him Moritz, you're really working yourself up. You have to let those dreams be good things, give into them." Moritz finally laughed, hitting Melchior on the top of his head as they left the schoolhouse for lunch.
And then it happened. He walked out into the hazy fall afternoon and he saw her. Standing on the edge of the stairs, twisting her bright carrot red hair in her perfect ivory finger. The edge of her yellow dress trailing along her collarbone peeking out from behind perfect curls. His breath stopped short. His face flushed the brightest red in the history of blushing faces, and he knew. She would definitely be in his dream tonight.
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