Guys, it’s a super forcereal love story
I was warm. It was the first and only thought that managed to work its way into my mind. I was warm- warmth was important. It meant life, it meant comfort- somewhere along the line, it meant love. With things the way they were, it was only natural that I mumbled into my pillows, “I love you.” Though with my face pressed against soft, slept-in cotton, it sounded more like a few muffled vowel sounds, punctuated a long, languid noise of pleasure.
“I love you too,” Sleep murmured back to me, curling in and settling around my prone frame as I dragged the covers up to my chin. A grin slipped over my features, squished as I was against the tangled blankets. Of course it loved me. I had known this, come to accept this and appreciate it. I was loved, and I loved back.
Fingers were worked through messy bed head as I clung to comfortable fog that Sleep was providing. Truly a more generous lover could never exist- the world would never be the same. Even as my alarm went off, Sleep kept my eyes carefully shut and all I had to do was fling my arm out and knock the little lit up sphere of blue plastic onto the floor.
Heaven.
That was, of course, until he showed up. He was never far away; no matter how many times I had confronted him, had tearfully told him no more- that he was through with my heart, that it was no longer his- he managed to sneak in through my unguarded and unprotected stomach.
The grumble was the first time. Sleep shuddered in surprise as my eyes were wrenched open, but his protests were cut off by an eerily chipper, yet dangerously edged voice.
“Wouldn’t you like some breakfast?”
It was Food, her to lay siege to my foggy, addled, altered state of consciousness. Sleep hissed in retaliation, reminding me of all the comforts that only he (the one who truly loved me) could provide. Food paid him no heed as he went for my senses, alerting me to the coffee that awaited me so far out of Sleeps protective grip.
Overwhelmed by the battle of the two who wanted my love and my heart- one, the eternal protector and guardian and soul mate; the other the Bad Boy only my wildest fantasies, and penchant for eating a lot, could dream up, I swung around to sit at the edge of my bed.
It was close- so close. Closer than Sleep could ever know about. But I knew, as I clutched my head in my hands, that one day Food would trap me. Would goad me away from the world I knew and wanted but didn’t deserve.
Today was not that day. I silenced Food by diving back under the covers, setting the snooze alarm for five minutes as Sleep once again took the place he so loved- settling in at my side and closing puffy, heavy-laden eyelids.
Five minutes- I could only hope that would last for eternity.
I’m bringing this back because it’s just so dumb~ TEAM SLEEP OR TEAM FOOD HATERZ TO THE LEFT THIS IS A LOVE TRIANGLE FIVE EVUR
