The First Night
Bonnibel slipped into her light pink silk pajamas for the first time since they were given to her, and walked over to her bed. Pulling back her sheets, she noted the unfamiliar fabric that lay against her chest. It was smooth and cool and smelled faintly of fresh laundry detergent. It was nothing at all like Marceline's old t-shirt. Bonnibel gave a small sigh, got in bed, and shut her eyes.
She spent a whole two hours tossing and turning and trying desperately to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but it was no use. Everything seemed all wrong. It was bad enough that Marcy decided to casually drop back into her life today, and that Bonnibel had to spend the rest of day restraining herself from touching her and smiling every time Marci so much as looked at her, but now she had to deal with the consequence of losing the one thing that kept her nights peaceful. Marcy's old band tee was like a security blanket to her. The warmth and weariness of it felt just like home, and the smell, well… it smelled just like her. Marceline, the vampire queen.
Bonnibel sat up slowly, and turned to look up at her clock. It was already three in the morning, and she was expected to be up in four hours to go to an early meeting in the castle. After all, she did still have a kingdom to run. She slumped down backwards into her bed and threw her forearm up over her eyes.
Marcy better be happy with that stupid old doll. It better have been worth it, she thought. But of course it was worth it. Bonnibel saw the tears in Marceline's eyes when she finally got Hambo back. She was so happy. Great, so she gets to sleep perfectly with Hambo, and I'm stuck wide awake without her shirt, thinking about her. It was all so frustrating. Her whole room seemed off-balance. Her shirt was too slick, and her bed much too big. It was hard enough letting go of her the first time, now Bonnibel had to let go of what was left, and seeing her today just made it hurt all the same.
She wished Marceline would have stayed over. It was a stupid wish, but that didn't stop Bonnibel from wanting it. Of course, Marceline never would have spent the night anyway, and there was no point in embarrassing herself asking. It would only complicate things. She turned on her side and looked at the empty space beside her. Keep dreaming Bonnie. It's not happening. She closed her eyes again, and made a mental note to herself to go into her lab tomorrow and cook up some sleeping potions. She was going to need it.
