simon knows he should be trying to sleep because his train is early tomorrow & if he doesn’t get to bed soon, he might have to forfeit his coffee soon. but bram is next to him, pressed into his side, distracting from any chances of slumber. he’s trying to save this moment in his memory, feeling bram’s arm wrapped around his waist, his breathing soft against simon’s ear, the sheets in wrinkles for the fact that they had hardly gotten out of bed this weekend. he can feel the moment his byofriend wakes, the slight jolt, & simon realizes he’s been fidgety. “ hey, “ he turns to study his face, “ you should go back to bed. “
@blueiish / main verse
