Send ♡ for my muse to sing your muse a lullaby
For a few seconds he was silent, gazing down at his brother with pity. I wish every time you went to sleep, you didn’t have to have nightmares. Jeff wasn’t sure if the sentimentality was only a result of his exhaustion or if it was what he truly felt. When he opened his mouth and began to sing, a soft, sorrowful voice wafted out:
“Once there was a way to get back homewardOnce there was a way to get back homeSleep pretty darling do not cryAnd I will sing a lullabyeGolden slumbers fill your eyesSmiles awake you when you riseSleep pretty darling do not cryAnd I will sing a lullabyeOnce there was a way to get back homewardOnce there was a way to get back homeSleep pretty darling do not cryAnd I will sing a lullabye”
As he sang, it almost seemed that he, too, was falling asleep to the sound of his own voice. His eyelids fluttered, never opening more than halfway. When he finished, Jeff let out a quiet yawn and rubbed his eyes before gently ruffling his younger brother’s hair. “Please,” he whispered. “try to get some sleep now, okay?”