Wow, I've been on a role lately!
Galileo let out a long yawn, blinking his eyes open to stare blearily around the dim, cluttered bedroom. His brain, still muddled from sleep, had a difficult time trying to comprehend why he felt so uncomfortably boxed in. He shifted his weight restlessly, trying to fall back into a more comfortable position when there was a small moan of protest followed by a quite snore.
Glancing down, he got a face full of matted purple hair. Scaramouche, who most definitely wasn't one for cuddling during waking hours ("It's only done by weak, dependent twats!") was currently sleeping soundly with her arms and legs rapped tightly around him, her face nestled in the crook of his neck. Her mouth hung open as she let out another small snore.
The warmth of her breath tickled his skin, it felt...nice, comforting. He let out a content sigh, closing his eyes and carefully extracting his one arm and draped it lightly over her skinny frame, ready to slip back in the not-so-peaceful world of slumber that awaited him; one of the many burdens that befell the Dreamer.
His eyes shot back open a few moments later though and he fought the urge to cringe.
If only his "bad-arsed babe" wouldn't drool in her sleep.
Short and sweet isn't it?
Gotta love them reviews!
