My second KH fanfic, involving insomnia, because I appear to have mild insomnia.
Another Zemyx.
"The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world."
Leonard Cohen
I didn't know what started my insomnia. It's not like I didn't WANT to go to sleep, it's not like I was so depressed I DIDN'T want to go to sleep, but it was frankly because I just couldn't sleep. Period. Of course, this issue may have arisen because the night I became an insomniac was the first night that Demyx hadn't been home to sleep with me.
He had been out on a mission. Or if you could really call it a "mission." To me, it was more like defenseless Heartless smashing to contribute to Kingdom Hearts, that our lunatic of a leader really believed was going to be completed. Sure, I was hoping that Kingdom Hearts would be completed, so that I could say "I love you" to Demyx and really mean it, but...well, I'm naturally pessimistic. Maybe that's why Demyx and I clicked so well with each other. He was all smiles and happiness and puppy dogs' eyes, and well, I just wasn't.
That night he wasn't there, and my trend of insomnia started.
Even when he came back, it was still there.
I tried to stop it, I tried everything from three hours' worth of exercising before bed to a huge glass of warm milk and a cookie before bed. Nothing seemed to work.
Of course, sometimes the things that work really are the things you don't think of.
I was lying there, watching Demyx sleep. He looked so peaceful, so serene, so unaware of what else was going on in the world. I snuggled up closer to him, partly because I was somewhat cold and partly because I wanted to smell that unique, sweet and crisp, musk that was his and his alone and not be called out for it.
He smelled like the sea, like the ocean on a nice summer day. I closed my eyes, imagining taking him to the beach one day, and before I knew it, he was shaking me.
"Zexy, hey, wake up! It's almost eleven!" he said.
"Huh?" I replied eloquently, staring up at him with eyes still cloudy with sleep. A ray of sunshine fell across his face.
"It's Saturday, stupid! We're going to the park today, remember?"
"Oh...right...let me get dressed first."
Last night I had gone to bed at two and I had one of the best and deepest sleeps I had ever had in my entire life. And all because of the scent of Demyx.
The few nights following, I went to bed earlier and earlier, until now all I had to do was cuddle up to him, close my eyes, and inhale deeply. It worked every time, and I was finally catching up on much needed sleep.
"What happened?" he asked me over French toast one morning.
"What do you mean?" I asked, sipping my cup of coffee.
"You're sleeping earlier and earlier. Last night you went to bed before me."
"So?"
"You used to go to sleep in like, early morning. What happened?"
I smiled at him leisurely, strolling over to where he sat at the perfectly rectangular, white table.
"Because you're here. I've got someone to sleep with," I breathed, my lips brushing softly over his. He sat there stunned, while I walked away smiling, the taste of cinnamon French toast in my mouth.
Needless to say, from then on, Demyx only accepted missions which he knew he could complete and still be back before midnight. I went to bed on time, sometimes earlier. And everything was good in the world. Or, at least, as good as you can get here in The World That Never Was.