Live Action Insomnia Stories
- no warnings. Unless tea and reading offends you, in which case, don't read this... but also buy a helmet and wear it all the time, ya overly sensitive blivet. -
He was used to sleeping alone. Even when she was with him, he normally had the bed to himself. Their schedules were so drastically different that some times he would be turning his alarm off as she was finally making her way to bed.
But tonight was different. He tossed and turned at 2 am, growling at the ceiling like it was at fault for his insomnia. By 3, he had given up and decided to make some tea. He blinked in the harsh light of the kitchen, rubbing the watery feeling out of his eyes.
His bare feet tapped against the tile floor as he staggered to the kettle. He huffed in annoyance that his favorite mug wasn't where he kept it.
"Sorry." Her voice was soft but it still made him jump. He twisted to see her sitting at the island with a bowl of cereal and a book. She lifted his mug. "I used yours. Didn't think you'd need it for a few hours." She smiled.
He frowned. "What are you doing? Have you been there this whole time?"
She laughed. Her voice was high and louder than he wanted. He winced at the sound and she softened her voice without needing to be asked. "Yes. I always sit here a while and catch up on reading." She took another bite of her cereal. "Sometimes I snack." She said around a mouthful of cheerios. He couldn't help but smile as he leaned across the island and stole a spoonful. "Hey, get your own!" She whispered.
"It tastes better when it's yours." He shrugged. "You are just the better cereal chef." He joked.
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "What are you doing up?"
He turned back to the cupboard and pulled out a mug, pouring himself his cup of tea. "I haven't slept well lately." He said with his back to her.
She could see his muscles expand and contract as he breathed in the calming vapors from his mug. "Why not?"
"I really don't know." He faced her again. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. It broke her heart to see him on the verge of tears.
She sighed, "I'm sorry, sweetheart." She closed her book. "It's probably because you're not working yourself to exhaustion." She rested her chin on her hand. "Which, if you think about it, is a good thing."
"It doesn't feel like a good thing." He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "I never realized how much this sucks before." He said against his palms. "How do you do it?" He blinked at her, dropping his hands to wrap around his mug.
She looked down at her mostly finished bowl and decided she was done. She pushed it across the island to him and he ate the last few spoonfuls. "I just have to deal sometimes." She shrugged. "My Job isn't the kind that matters if I do it while sleep deprived." She smirked. "It's not as stressful as yours." She stood from her seat and walked around to embrace him. He buried his nose in her neck as his arms snaked around her middle and locked behind her back. "It helps knowing that the little sleep I get is good." She pressed a kiss to his ear. "When you're with me. That hour we get sometimes when I finally feel tired and before you get up for work"
He nodded and pulled back but still held her in his arms. "I'm sorry that I never got it until now." He whispered. His voice was gruff under the strain of unshed tears. "You're incredible." He was in awe of her. "I don't think I've ever heard you complain." He breathed.
She shrugged. "As long as you're around, I don't mind so much." She broke the tension. "You're a ball of energy anyway so you keep me on my toes." She winked. He smirked but his eyes were still serious. She sighed. "Reading helps." She nodded and looked back to her book.
He released her with one arm to reach across the table and pick up the book. He examined it. "But I don't like to read." He pouted.
She giggled. "Well an audiobook then."
"I don't have one."
"Buy one."
"Which one?"
"This one." She tapped the cover of the book he'd put down. "It's one of my favorites."
"What's it about?" He asked.
"War. And lies. And love. And lust. And a young writer trying to make sense of it all."
He cracked a smile. "Sounds good."
She nodded solemnly. "I've read it a lot."
He nodded. "I don't want to buy an audiobook." Her face fell ever so slightly under the disappointment of not being able to share her favorite book with him. He kissed her cheek. "Will you just read it to me instead?"
A/n I didn't format this cause I wrote it on my phone. So if you see any glaring mistakes, shoot me a message and let me know so I can fix it when I get my computer working again. Feedback could be nice too. Even negative feedback makes me happy.
Once again, I wrote it with one boy in mind but it works for all of them so I'm not making it specific. Read it how ya wanna.
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