The Pixies in my Head
I lay awake, the voices have been whispering to me in my head again. They haven't been quiet for a long while, and it makes my head hurt. I've worn him out, my poor Spike. Keeping him awake with the screams that the pixies in my head cause.
The voices are keeping me from sleeping; filling my aching head with buzzing words and sounds. I gaze over at my sleeping William, his hair as bright as my lost sunshine. But I don't need that naughty sun anymore. William is my sun, and he promised that he always would be.
I lay my head back on the pillow again, begging the pixies to let me sleep, but they continue with their shrill yelling. I really don't want to wake Spike, he needs to sleep. But. The yells! Oh the yells! They make my head throb like a still-beating heart of a victim. I tap Spike lightly on the shoulder, and he stirs.
"...Dru? What is it?" he says concerned, his winter-blue eyes staring into my chocolate brown ones.
"It's the pixies, Spike. They won't let me go to sleep." I complain, leaning my head on Spike's bare chest.
Spike pats my head gently. "It's alright, love. Tell those bloody pixies that Spike says to let my black goddess sleep." He says soothingly, his voice a delight to my ears, just like screams.
"Okay Spike, I shall tell them." I said back, and told the pixies harshly to be quiet, and they did listen. I leaned over on Spike, and closed my eyes.
He gently stroked my hair, and I hummed the both of us a lullaby the stars taught me.
I lay awake, the voices have been whispering to me in my head again. They haven't been quiet for a long while, and it makes my head hurt. I've worn him out, my poor Spike. Keeping him awake with the screams that the pixies in my head cause.
The voices are keeping me from sleeping; filling my aching head with buzzing words and sounds. I gaze over at my sleeping William, his hair as bright as my lost sunshine. But I don't need that naughty sun anymore. William is my sun, and he promised that he always would be.
I lay my head back on the pillow again, begging the pixies to let me sleep, but they continue with their shrill yelling. I really don't want to wake Spike, he needs to sleep. But. The yells! Oh the yells! They make my head throb like a still-beating heart of a victim. I tap Spike lightly on the shoulder, and he stirs.
"...Dru? What is it?" he says concerned, his winter-blue eyes staring into my chocolate brown ones.
"It's the pixies, Spike. They won't let me go to sleep." I complain, leaning my head on Spike's bare chest.
Spike pats my head gently. "It's alright, love. Tell those bloody pixies that Spike says to let my black goddess sleep." He says soothingly, his voice a delight to my ears, just like screams.
"Okay Spike, I shall tell them." I said back, and told the pixies harshly to be quiet, and they did listen. I leaned over on Spike, and closed my eyes.
He gently stroked my hair, and I hummed the both of us a lullaby the stars taught me.