Coby & Esme || Dreams Only Last For A Night
After a good 45 minutes of laying in one position, Coby finally built up the strength to turn to his side, his clock shining directly into his eyes. It was almost 8:30. The way he'd woken up combined with how his dream seemed to drag on forever, he had been convinced that it was much later than that. The male took a deep breath and shifted again, feeling every strained muscle protest against his movements. Coby just did not have it in him to get up right now. If anything, he wanted to go back to sleep, but out of worry that he'd have to go through the torture again, he refused. He was a grown man. He shouldn't be this freaked out over a nightmare, but cancer was a scary thing to him. The word rang in his mind, echoing softly as if someone had rung a bell right next to his ears. Cancer. "It's just a dream..." he recited to himself. Just a dream.
More time passed and as his anxiety dulled down a bit, he finally snatched his phone from the side table. He knew he needed something to give him the drive he needed to face the day. There was only one person who could do that. Even if he didn't want to, said person was the type who would stop at nothing to get him up and moving. Even if it meant dragging him off his mattress and kicking him out the front door. Esme's number was the last one dialed. He selected the contact and pressed the phone to his ear, closing his eyes as the other line rang. When he really needed her, Coby always had a weird approach in telling her. He didn't. It was the same thing every time. He'd call her and when she answered, all he did was breathe into the phone. He'd breathe hard enough to where he knew she could hear him, but he never said a word. That would apply for this phone call as well. As soon as she answered, or if the machine picked it up, he'd just breathe. And in their world, he'd know that she knew something wasn't sitting well with him, and he needed his best friend.
