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Post by Shannon on Sept 9, 2009 22:37:42 GMT -5
I nodded and turned to look at her. "Of course I would not do it unless you could stay with me." I could think of no fate worse than living forever and watching all your friends and family age and die around you. You would no longer have contact with them since you would never change. Don't want that hourglass as much now, do you? .... Shut up, nobody asked you. If anybody had been able to hear these conversations, they would probably think I had a multiple personality disorder.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 11, 2009 20:57:01 GMT -5
I nodded once in agreement as a light breeze blew through brining my inner chilly-ness to the surface. Goosebumps began to form on the surface of my skin. I rubbed my forearms as if it was going to make them go away on contact. I sighed in defeat when they did not. I looked to the open door then back to Shannon. “Well I suppose I should head in for the night.” I leaned down to give him a ‘good night kiss’ once more on his warm lips. It was amazing how soft a boys lips could be. But I pushed that thought away long enough to say. “Sweet dreams...” I stood there for a moment long just watching him before I turned to the door and stepped in.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 13, 2009 17:09:08 GMT -5
I was slightly stunned by the kiss but it was not at all unwelcome. As she walked away, I reached out, grasping her hand gently. "Goodnight..." I let her hand slip from mine, and sighed longingly. If only I could truly dream something sweet, but my dreams were always tainted with death and yelling and tears. I flattened those thoughts, not wanting them to return. For some reason, the song "Love Is Dead" by the Lovemakers came to the forefront of my mind. Let's fall in love it sounds so fun... The song was strange and didn't fit my usual type but I liked it.
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Post by Izzy Morris on May 1, 2010 15:40:59 GMT -5
OOC: MUHAHAHAHAHA! I have returned and even though I was sure this thread was dead I am bringing it back! >: D So yeah....watch me! And maybe if you actually ever read this Shannon you could post back....maybe? ._.
BIC: The sun rose seemingly far too early. What should have been hours felt like only moments of absence. With a growl of displeasure I rolled over to hide my shut eyed and sleepy face from the sun. It worked for a while hiding underneath the thick sheen of my rainbow blankets provided to me by Wal*Mart, unfortunately only so much air was available so I quickly had to give it up. Throwing the sheets back and sitting up was my white flag to the sun, and I could almost hear its evil chuckle. One day I will remember to pick up some curtains…we’ll see who’s laughing then…
Alongside the bed were my fuzzy slippers awaiting the company of my feet. When I had them secured I shuffled down the hall to Shannon’s room where he would no doubt still be in bed and easily ignoring the menace called daylight.
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Post by Shannon on May 1, 2010 22:30:40 GMT -5
I was still comfortably asleep in my bed. It had taken me a couple of hours to wear myself out mentally so that I could sleep. I was lying face down on my bed, pillow over my head blocking the light. My legs were tangled in the dark blue sheets. Despite my apartment always being cold, I slept in my customary pair of jeans and nothing else. The heavy denim quilt on my bed was cast across my shoulders haphazardly. I wasn't sleeping soundly enough to dream, but it would still be difficult to wake me.
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Post by Izzy Morris on May 1, 2010 23:24:52 GMT -5
Just as I had suspected, not moments before entering the room, Shannon was passed out and doing a much better job at ignoring the outside world then I had. I almost envied him but there was no time for actually doing so. Just watching him lie there gave me the sudden feeling of drowsiness.
I shuffled further into his room so that I was standing at the foot of the bed. He seemed totally unaffected by the noise which did not shock me at all. “Psst Shannon if you can hear me wake up…oh who am I kidding you don’t hear me…” I walked around to the side of the bed and crawled up on top so that I could lie down myself. I had no intention of falling asleep; I just thought it might be easier to prod at him while not wasting energy standing. “If you happen to wake up while I’m lying here please don’t hit me.” The plea was meant to be humorous, but it also served as a heads up that I was now taking up space on his bed and that he really shouldn’t start thrashing around. |
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Post by Shannon on May 1, 2010 23:47:41 GMT -5
I barely heard her voice through the haze of sleep. It was rather like a quiet humming sound through the pillow. I tossed an arm up over the pillow, further sealing off any light. I scooted further up the bed, causing my jeans to slip down on my narrow hips. In the sleep-induced haze, I didn't notice. The forward scooting caused the quilt to slip slightly, leaving my bare shoulders exposed. I flung an arm out to the side. My usual thrashing was the reason why I always had such a large bed. It was not uncommon for me to move around so much in my sleep that I would roll entirely off the bed and end up in a pile of sheets and blankets sleeping on the floor. It had always been interesting waking up on those mornings and trying to figure out why your legs were wrapped like mummies and why the surface you happened to be sleeping upon was cold and hard.
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Post by Izzy Morris on May 3, 2010 21:58:16 GMT -5
Against my inner most wishes I fell into a light slumber in Shannon’s company. It wasn’t that the bed was any softer, or that his room was any darker. Perhaps it was just the idea that if I did fall asleep I could be essentially sharing an activity of sorts with him.
But there was really no time to actually fall asleep, Shannon was one to keep me on my toes even when it wasn’t intentional. He began moving and in my slumber like stupor I mistook that for an action to be fearful of. I had almost forgotten where I had been laying and I was not accustomed to sharing a bed so when the sheets moved I flipped out.
About the time Shannon’s arm hit the side of the bed that I was not occupying I was inches from the side, staring down the cold floor that awaited if I didn’t get my act together.
I almost wanted to think my shrill girly shriek was enough to awaken him, but I was not about to hold my breath on an almost feeling.
Finally deciding that is was safe I rolled back over and half whispered to Shannon. "You can fain sleeping innocence all you want I know the truth, you want to kill me." It was a wild accusation and an amusing one as well. |
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Post by Shannon on May 3, 2010 22:24:49 GMT -5
I groaned in my sleep, half conscious for the moment. My hand patted the bed a couple times until I found her hand. I pulled it under me, holding to my bare chest before falling back asleep. Undoubtedly, her hand would fall asleep soon but my brain didn't process that in its foggy state. All I knew is that I had a hold of something comforting and I wasn't going to let go anytime soon. By this time, the pillow that had been covering my eyes had slipped a bit. Spiky sections of my hair hung in front of my eyes in varying states of disarray. I had always been glad that the sun didn't shine against the outer wall of my room in the morning. My room always stayed dark and cool, and the dark blue decor accentuated that.
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