Need My Sanity [JACE]

[caleb andrew winston]

I don't remember waking up even once during that night. And, yes, before we continue, I will admit that I still had the nightmares, that I still do, from time to time. Problem? Nope. Didn't think so. Anyway. Normally, I would wake up at least once during a night, whether it be because of the nightmares or for any other reason. It was just something that my internal clock caused. And, besides, it meant that I normally slept until late in the morning, anyway. I wasn't really deprived of sleep, as such, but I wasn't always exactly well rested, either. I probably got just enough to get me by. Well, excluding the nights that I failed to get back to sleep and then just fucked around on Tumblr.

But, I don't know what it was tonight that kept me asleep. I hadn't actually tried cuddling with anyone while I slept before, just because I hadn't really thought to. That, and the guys in my dorm with me weren't cuddly people, anyway, which was lame. There was nothing I could do about it really, though. It wasn't like I could get absolutely anyone to cuddle with me. No, that was what the sirens did. Duh. It was a bit of an unfair advantage for them, though, what with all their beautifuls and their abilities and crap. I was just me, with an all round average existence. And, come on - who wanted average?

Apparently, though, the borea in my arms didn't mind at all. Not even during the course of the night where I'm pretty sure I fidgeted quite a lot, burrowing into him more so that I could get more comfortable, I didn't seem to bother him at all. In fact, the way we were cuddled into each other, with our legs in a messy tangle and our faces hidden in either the other or a duvet, suggested that he was quite comfortable with how we had fallen asleep. Which was good, because I was too. Extraordinarily comfortable. That could have been my inability to be uncomfortable playing up, but that didn't really matter in the slightest. At least, it didn't to me.

I was so comfortably twined with this boy, tough, that the minute I felt him move even a little, heard him take a deep breath in, I stirred a little myself, burying my face in his hair a little more just to block out the light, the reality of morning. I liked sleep a lot. maybe even a bit to much. "Mmmmnnnnnghhhh," I moaned sleepily into Jace's hair, squeezing my eyes shut tight/ I wasn't really a morning person, as you could probably tell from the way I reacted to being woken even though I wasn't even really awake yet. That was just how much I hated mornings.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Jace! :3
Notes: I CANNOT
Lyrics: A Shot Across The Bow by Mayday Parade