After watching TV for hours they part. Each of them heading to their room, thinking about the evening. Grace can't sleep. Frankie can't sleep either. Both in seperate beds they toss and turn. „What even was that Frankie?" She sighs and turns over again to find the cold space next to her in desperate need to cool down. „Just pull yourself together, girl." She closes her eyes again. The dark suddelnly feels heavy and hot. She's dreaming again. Grace laughing, sitting on the couch, her head shaking. Frankie unnoticed watching her. „ I really want to paint you." she wispers. „I really do. And not in that Vampire kind of. I want to capture your beauty. I want others to see what I do." The dream Grace smiles." paint me like one of youre french girls" she wispers back. Its a thing she would never let her do in real life. Never ever. So Frankie enjoys the short time she has with dream Grace. Picks up her brushes and paint, sets Grace in place. She starts to take her clothes of, even though Frankie didn't ask her to. Unbuttons everything slow and steady, while never stopping to look at Frankie. Just as she's about to drop her Top Frankie wakes up, rather fast and unpleasant. „What is this? I don't want this." she states to the emptie bedroom. „But the universe is right. I should paint her more often. She truly is beautiful."
She just lies down and drifts away into dreamless sleep.
Grace is in her Room. The air is hot and damp, she wont open the window. Its to dangerous. What if someone would hear. Or see. She's been dreaming again. Just like last night, waking up to sweat and this feeling like she's been doing something wrong. She hasn't though. She knows that she hasn't because the feeling isn't gone. It's never been like this. So she just gets up and fixes herself a drink. Or two. Its early in the moring or late at night however you will want to look at this. Grace checks her phone. SO many texts from her man. Nick. He's suppose to star in her dreams. He's suppose to cross her mind during mastubation. Robert was suppose to as well. But he never did. „ And why is that the god damn case Grace?" she asks herself and has no answer. Like the past 20 years, she has no answer to the question her body raises. Even now she would never think this way. God, she was exhausted. More sleep would do. So she drinks the last few drops of her drink and then just naps for a few minutes in her chair. It wont hurt. Or maybe it will and she'll be feeling this nap for the next few days. Not that anyone would care. When she wakes up about three hours later she can definitly feel it in her bones. This was a bad ideas she moans. „ Oh." Frankie gets up and comes back with coffee. In front of her, covering the floor are drawings from Frankie, all her sleeping.
Frankie apparently came down saw her sleeping and decided it would be a great idea to draw the wrinkles on her face. „ I like to draw you when your sleeping" Frankie says with a twink in her eye. „ youre not moving. Thats nice." „ when did i gave you the permission to draw me in my sleep?"
Frankie laughs suddenly „In my sleep" she states. „Wait what?" Graces turns mid walk and glances back. „ did you say in your sleep?" „ Yeah. I dreamt I was painting you so I took it as permission. Why?"
„Nothing..." she stammers. „Nothing at all." Then she leaves. „ come one, weh have work to do! The boxes don't pack themself." she shouts over her shoulder. Of course Frankie follows her. As always. And she even pretends to have fun, gluing stickers down. And if she'd listen to herself better she'd notice she does have fun. Even though they're not even talking.