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Started August 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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Havenwood's hand twitched gently on the sheets between them as if he were dreaming doing something with it.

Elise took it gently in hers, trying to stop him from fidgeting too much lest he sleepwalk.
(I know)

(oof you're probably gone but)

Havenwood stirred a little and turned his head sleepily to face her, an eye hardly open. "Mmm… morning."

"Hello." Elise smiled.

Havenwood squeezed her hand gently. "How long have you been up?" His voice was growing huskier and sleepier by the moment.

"Not very long. You can keep sleeping. I don't really want to wake up either." She answered drowsily.

Havenwood turned back over to face her and threw his arms around her. "Alright." He relaxed back into the bed.

Elise smiled as she drifted off to sleep again. Stay awake.. she thought to herself, but her eyelids won the war against her mind.

It was later that morning, actually, close to noon, when Havenwood stirred awake, his lips chapped with the morning dehydration.

Elise was still sleeping, a content smile on her face - weary from everything that had happened in the past two days.

Havenwood hugged her close and stroked her jaw lovingly. She's so… peaceful when she's asleep.

(hmmmm alrighty)
Elise's eyes fluttered open to Havenwood's face close to hers. "Hello." The smile of sleep wasn't as peaceful as it had been - almost as if she changed into a different person when awake.

Havenwood noticed the change with a slight frown but decided not to question it.
"Afternoon." He smiled and continued tracing circles on her face.

"What time is it?" She asked, closing her eyes but staying awake.

"By the looks of it, twelve?" Havenwood glanced outside.

"Ah, crap. How late did we stay up last night?" Elise mumbled, still tired, if that was possible.

"I dunno. It was fun, though." He pulled his hand away from her face and relaxed into the bed again.

"True." Elise moaned. "I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday." She forced herself out of bed, shaking her hair, which had somehow kept from tangling too much.

Havenwood watched her get out of bed. He, soon, followed suit. "I suppose you're hungry, then."

"I can get something. But you know the kitchen better than I do." Elise's too-big sweatshirt hid her hands, making her look a bit like a grumpy, desolate shroud.

Havenwood nudged her gently out of his room. "Just sit down you grumpy little cherub. I'll whip something up."

Elise smiled gratefully and sank onto the couch, its sudden chill making her pull her arms close to her body in cold.