It doesn't take long before the very last excitement over the fact that I made it this far, vanishes to the back of my mind and the need for sleep takes over again. Burrowing my face in the fabric of his sheet I drift of soon enough.
The last sun row sinks under the horizon and with the rising moon the shadows stretch deeper and deeper through the room, to occupy all there is.
Through the sleep I sense how my small wet cat nose gets cold, indicating that the next morning will bring bad weather. I put one paw incidentally on it, but my mind is occupied in its own world, drifting even deeper into a dream.
The last street noises find they peace and even the most pigheaded dogs give up they barking while the darkness swallows the world. Suddenly a white cloud pops up from the bed and gets silently distributed on the ceiling, while every occupant remains peacefully sleeping.
Delicate fingers roam trough soft fabric in the search of warmth. Goosebumps form on the cold skin - silently begging to be covered. The smell of straw, mixed with some musky taint draws one in, the body inevitably rolls over to the warm surge.
It starts raining outside. Only a few lost drops are touching the dusty streets, but still are significantly starting to drop the already cold temperature of the night.
Drawing my breath in, I enjoy the scent around me. My arms weave themselves over the hard resistance they encounter. It gets even warmer and a unconscious smile forms on my lips. So nice and pleasant everything I'm immersed into is.
Something shifts and warm breath starts to brush my forehead. Strong arms pulling me closer into a hug, dispersing the last cold air surrounding my body. A sigh escapes my lips as my legs intervene with the source of my comfort.
The night passes rapidly by and the very first sun rays try to reappear on the sky - just being blocked out by the rain which still pummels hard on the roofs for a good while.
His chest moves with mine, slightly disrupting the beat of my own heart rating and slowly force them to match his own. My dreams are still holding my mind firmly away from the very reality, just leaving me with the impression of being deeply merged with someone.
The hours pass by as long fingers find they way into my hair, while my face hides in the hard chest.
The day calls, there are the first voices on the street, which my ears can distantly discern, but my mind still refuses to register. And my body grows sore from the occupying position, which almost feels like it wasn't changed for the whole night.
Nevertheless, slowly like chewing a gum I start to wake up, feeling like I slept for a whole life time. Uneasiness - is the very first feeling my consciousness officially registers. But I myself feel fine enough to drift back to sleep again. Where does it comes from then?
If only not this curiosity of mine, I wouldn't have opened my eyes - discovering my face buried into a large muscular shirt. What the - ?
Disorientation drives me to look down first, observing how my arms and legs are intervened with someone elses - both firmly cought in the blanket. Wait a minute, my own legs? Like human legs?
Now my brain finally decides to function again and with it my so far relaxed body abruptly stiffens. Oh, oh!
My head shoots up momentarily - to see how Kakashis eyes definingly persist on me.