Where wild minds come to rest
I've been writing with prompts lately, and this is from the point of view of one of my main paras.
Jesse hasn’t slept like this in a while. Curled up on their side with both hands held loosely in front of their face. A comforter that must have been snug when they fell asleep is now bundled at their feet. Winter sunlight spreads from the window to paint their golden hair silver. I watch them, knowing they won’t be asleep for long - if I’m here, they must be getting close to waking.
I perk up when they tense, pulling their legs even closer to their chest and twisting their face into a grimace. They still don’t open their eyes, but I smile anyway.
“You need to get up soon,” I say, covering their hands with my own. They don’t respond, simply frown and pull them away. I laugh and they open their eyes to glare at me before rolling onto their other side. I reform myself in front of them, laying down this time, and rest a hand on their cheek.
“You have a matinee today, you should get up and eat. I can’t drag you up, but we both know you can do it.” They grumble in protest, but sit up anyway. “There you go.”
I sit behind them and wrap my arms around them. They cover their face with their hands, still waking up. I stroke their hair, marveling at how the light shines off of it. They swat my hands away and stretch, yawning.
“I had an eye on the clock, I swear.”
“Of course you did. Let’s go and-”
A dog - their sister’s dog, Nova - bounds onto the bed and into their lap with a whine. They laugh and vault out of bed to let her out. I remain on the bed and stare after them. Jesse laughs in the living room while the dog thunders around in her excitement to go outside.