Ficlet Three: Missing Piece
Roy was restless, turning over beneath the sheets of his bed onto his back, and then onto his side, then his front. This repeating pattern was non-stop for a good deal of time, as he simply could not fall back to sleep. There was something missing, and it was gnawing at his every thought.
It filled him with a drowsy sense of fear, something familiar to him now as war was almost set upon his country. It was there, but not; and that was why he was not apt to actually physically wake and walk about the house. There was a small glimmer that everything was in his imagination, and he was just dreaming.
But Roy never dreamed, not anything he could remember anyway. Dreams just somehow slipped past the man in his hours of ink black sleep. Which he was sorely going to regret missing in the morning. Tossing a few more times he buried his head underneath his pillow trying to drone out the inaudible sounds of his thoughts. He couldn't quite understand what they were trying to get him to realize; what he was missing.
He needn't to think or lament over it anymore when the bed shifted as another body climbed underneath the covers and sought comfort against Roy's body. Soon Roy was pulled tightly against the other's chest, arms tight around his waist and legs slowly working their way around his.
Roy didn't need to figure out what was missing anymore, as Maes was finally back from wherever he had ventured off to in the still of the night.