The midday sun hit the road making waves of heat which started to make his vision blurry as the traffic started to get thick. He felt his eyes slowly shut as the warmth made him a little too comfortable. He forced them up as he focused on driving.
Driving all night had its drawbacks, and now he was feeling it. Out of the corner of his eyes and the haze, he noticed a ran down motel near by.
Unfortunately, he saw the kid notice his actions, "The all powerful 'Tooth, gettin' tired," she mocked him as he drove out of into the parking lot.
"Shut up kid," he tried to stifle a yawn as he got out of the car and headed to the front desk.
He got the best room there, the benefits of paying in cash. When he got to his room, all he could imagine was how good it'll feel when he got his head on an actual pillow and he didn't care it was midday. He crash landed on the bed and closed his eyes.
A nagging thought came in the back of his mind. They'd be in New York soon; he might as well make some contacts. He growled when he reluctantly got up. He got to the phone as he dialed the familiar number.
When he heard someone pick up, he didn't wait to answer "Ruth, I'm comin' over tomorrow, set up my rook 'kay." he hanged up. He'd been to the brothel regularly over the years -- they knew who he was. Maybe he'd find out a way to get rid of the kid by then. He would jump for joy if this impending tiredness didn't hold him back.
He put his head back on the pillow. He sighed as he tried to go to sleep. He felt a little uncomfortable as he turned a little. He stared at the ceiling a couple of minutes and he looked over to the clock -- 12:15.
He looked around and the kid wasn't around. Finally, he'd get some peace and quiet. He turned over again and closed his eyes. He kept them closed for a good while, yet he couldn't get to the state of dreaming.
He turned over again; the sun was seeping through the curtains. He grumbled as he got up and closed the curtains and tried to go to sleep.
In the semi-darkness he turned over again. He started to get aggravated. How could he be able to sleep so peacefully in the middle of a place where he felt bugs crawl on him and the chill blew to his bones, but couldn't sleep on a semi comfortable bed and a semi comfortable pillow? He let out an exasperated groan, maybe cause he's sleeping with most of his clothes one.
He took on his trench coat and the orange and red costume beneath it; he was only in his boxers. Now he'd get some sleep, he turned over and closed his eyes.
He didn't know what his problem was. He looked at the clock -- 2:15. He spent two hours trying to sleep. He grabbed the pillow beneath him as he put it over his face.
He heard a familiar faint voice come from beneath the floor. The kid was coming; he put the pillow off his face and pretended to sleep. So that's where she was.
He heard her trying to sing something. He heard the words 'wake me up' and 'make my blood rise' but he heard her stop suddenly.
"Hey 'Tooth --," she started to yell, but stopped herself. She probably noticed him sleeping.
"Eh he's sleepin', damn I wanted to see the rest of The Simpsons," he heard her snap her fingers.
Her voice seemed closer so he kept his eyes shut.
"Heh, I never get tired of this," he heard her whisper, "Who woulda thought a psychotic killer could look so peaceful when he's sleepin'," the voice came from the other side.
He'd never thought he'd hear those words come out of her mouth. His enemy genuinely complimenting him on his sleeping habits. His eyes started to fall on their own, but he heard a click of the television downstairs.
"Woohoo, Back to the Simpsons," he heard her whisper excitedly. He thought for sure he'd be able to sleep now when she left, but now he was back to square one.
He screamed out loud as he threw the pillow on his face -- he needed to sleep.
"Nightmare or what," her voice resonating over the pillow.
"Yeah sure," he lied. He turned on the T.V. as he flipped through the channels. He finally found the station that had 'The Simpsons' on.
"Ya don't mind if I watch," she questioned him.
"Sure kid," he started to watch with her. A few minutes into it he yawned.
Over the buzz of the T.V. in his room, the room below and the laughter of the kid over the jokes, he managed to get some shut-eye.