when he agreed for them to share a bed, he had not taken into consideration the aspects that would come adjacent with sleeping in the same premises. the adenoidal uproar faye’s been so earnestly producing has him pondering life. although the light is dim, his eyes are glued to the ceiling fan that appears to be completing its two hundred thirty seventh loop. distraught, he tries to shake awake, his arm constantly jabbing her flank. ‘ hey, faye... hey! ’ the gesture garners no response. after an hour passes, fatigue finally starts to tug at his eyelids. jet almost falls into a light slumber when all of a sudden he can feel a a cold weight clawing at his pectoral. when he opens his eyes in order to ascertain the source of the discomfort, he almost rolls into a somersault.
in that moment, faye’s head that so comfortably rested against his chest appeared akin to a gorgon attempting to devour him alive. in his drowsy haze, he’d forgotten about their agreement. jet veers backward, removing himself from the bed with projected ease. still bothered by the incessant cacophony her nose emitted, an exasperated breath ushers out of him.
belatedly, he decides that the couch is a much better alternative. by the time he reaches it, the sleepless stupor has him careless. seeing spike sleeping there, he refuses to head for the armchair, as he normally would. all he does is scoot spike over just a tad, almost delicately, and settle himself by his side. jet closes his eyes again, rejoicing in this insignificant moment of peace. seconds later, whatever remains of hope ( of having a good night’s sleep ) he’s had until then are shattered to pieces.
spike’s snores outdo faye’s.
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