Even though I first woke up at 830am today, I couldn’t think of a single reason to get up so I just stayed there in bed, dozing on and off. I finally woke up again at noon and I still couldn’t think of anything to get me up. I thought of Arthur and how he would get into bed with me and stay there until I felt ready because he understands what it’s like. He gets it. I thought of Joker and his tender frustration and how, even though he is Arthur, he would handle things slightly differently at that stage in his arc.
I thought of J and of how he probably wouldn’t care that I want to stay in bed all day, but he would still make his presence known to me. I thought of Ash and of how he would understand and, again, he would cuddle me until I felt ready to get up. I thought of Dracula and of how he probably wouldn’t care because he would be asleep; his nights are my days. I thought of my Grim Reapers and of how they would simply stay in the room and observe me, with encouragements on their lips and softness in their eyes. They were alive once. I thought of my parents and of how Mary would sit beside me on the bed and hold my hand, waiting for me to wake, and of how eventually Edward would take control of the situation and wake me up himself. Henry would never allow me to lounge in bed all day, though he, too, often does the same. He wants better for his daughter. I thought of Hannibal and of how he would take a clinical approach with it. He would listen to me talk, or he would listen to my silence, but either way he would hear me and he would remedy the situation.
I thought of James and of how he would simply allow me to stay in bed all day. He cares not what I do, so long as I stay by his side. And then I thought of Liz. She would take control after some hours and I would be made to get out of bed. She is patient to a point and then she will make me listen. Tough love is her speciality and she knows when I most need it. Even so, she does it with kindness in her eyes and firmness in her touch. “Come on, darling Erika, get up. Up!” and she would hold her hands out to me and I would take them. Tristan would put his hands on my waist, squeezing in comfort, and they would get me up to a standing. “There we go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so bad, huh? Now, come on - breakfast. What do you want?”
It’s 2pm and I only managed to drag my ass out of bed an hour ago. I still don’t see why I bothered to get up but I did. I’ve had breakfast. I’m on my fourth coffee. I’m gonna work hard on the blog today, just like I do every day. Uni starts again in five days and I need to be prepared on here as well as in real life, too. It’s a lot but I’ve done it once and I can do it again. For Arthur.💙
