“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” (elle e gael)
with his left hand he attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes for the fourth time, the dim lights of his small bedroom making it feel even smaller, but cozy with his stock of books, the slightly opened big window, messy bed and warm blankets. as gael looked around, trying to make sense of elle’s words over the phone attached to his ear, he fixed his gaze at the armchair not too far from the bedside lamb and considered, not for the first time, that he really had to get rid of the pile of clean clothes that he didn’t bother putting on place, simply groaning for a moment at his client still waiting on line — truth be told, he needed at least one hours before becoming an actually functioning human being.
he could sense it, though. the worry washing through ellesmere words, hitting him like a cold shower or a too sour coffee on his tastebuds. it wasn’t something he could ignore and, in defeat, he let his body fall against the bed once more, grabbing the pillow that was before under his head to hold it against his chest. “— ... what was the dream about?” he asked softly, grimacing at the huskiness and sleepness of his own voice; suddenly, the whole thing seemed much more intimate than he anticipated. the most curious thing, though? is that in his currently hazy state of mind... that didn’t seem all that bed.