Charlie peered into the room, taking in the sight of the rich purple that seemed to grace the whole area. The darkened lavender curtains rose slightly as the winds picked up, a lone piece of paper fluttering to the ground as the draft reached the mahogany desk only a few feet away from the circular window. Bookcases seemed to line the walls filled with books of every shape, size color, and texture that Charlie had ever seen. There was a globe in one corner, a beautiful glass globe that seemed to glitter even in the dim light of the solo lamp, and it it were not for the only other breathing occupant of the room, would have been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The carpeting was of a royal purple, and soft to the touch of his bare feet, who were now bringing their owner to the very center of the room, the very place where Willy Wonka lay asleep.
He had known that the other would fall asleep here, Wonka had given the gift of inspiration that morning, talking to Charlie of all sorts of ideas he wanted to try, things he'd need to get, and other matters of that nature. Of course Charlie had been more then willing to listen to the older man talk, and he tried to retain as much as he could, but Wonka had been talking so quickly, and he had been in such a rush to get to school, a decent portion was lost.
The boy smiled as Wonka mumbled something in his sleep, one arm moving slightly to reveal a clipboard filled with notes, equations, and even a doodle of an Oompa Loompa in the corner. With the greatest of ease, Charlie slipped the board out of the others grasp, setting it on the desk with as much care as he could muster. Only a few more things to do now, then he himself could settle down for a good nights sleep.
Trying to be as swift and quiet as he could, the boy climbed into the chair, curling up next to the sleeping man, and snuggling into the warm chest. His eyes were flickering shut, and a yawn managed to escape his lips before the boy found himself traveling off into the world of dreams. The last image in his mind, the one of a sleepy eyed Wonka, smiling down at him, and arms encircling in their warmth and love.
He couldn't help but let loose a smile as Charlie crawled up next to him. He had been awakened when the other had taken the clipboard, though he was careful not to stir even an inch as the boy settled next to him. Letting his arms curl around the child, Willy Wonka was once agian reminded that he was already in the sweetest dream around.