𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

john taylor 🎸

I was laying in bed. Stressed, and in a complete sleep immune state. I couldn't even close my eyes at all. Or so it felt like. It seemed as if I'd been staring at the wall for 3 hours and just waiting for my eyes to close and me to drift off. But I just laid there. I was becoming inpatient and bored to say the least. I wished morning would come soon....but it was only 11:30 or so. John however, slept peacefully beside me. Like an angel, no worries or trouble at all. I envied that.

I felt so alone, and the room was dead silent. I jumped at the slightest of sounds. The clock ticking almost made me flinch. There was a distant ringing in my ears as well which only made it worse. I became sweaty, and getting more stressed as the tension in me rose to extreme levels. I sat up quickly and slowly lent my head against the wall behind me. My eyes closed and my hands holding my head. I didn't feel sick, but at the same time I did. I felt....dizzy and everything had a haze over it.

"Are you okay?" Johns raspy, tired voice broke me out of my intense thoughts at stress. I looked at him with tearful eyes. His face softened as he sat up with me.

"What's wrong?" He asked again pushing my hair out of my face. I didn't know how to answer it honestly. Everything was wrong. The way his words left his mouth so soothingly made me start crying for no reason. I buried my head in my hand again.

"I-I couldn't sleep a-and my head...it hurts and I just don't know..." I paused to catch a quick breath, "and I feel dizzy and I feel dramatic and I just don't know what to d-do." I cried out to him feeling like the most absolute DRAMA QUEEN ever. Johns hand pressed against my forehead softly and felt for any heat.

"Hey. It'll be okay....I'm right here. I'm not leaving. Calm down...do you need water? Or some Aspirin?" John asked placing both of his hands on either side of my face and looking into my eyes gracefully. I nodded at his words and he quickly got up to bring them to me. I felt so bad making him wake up and stuff but I honestly didn't know what was going on. When he came back I swallowed the pill harshly and took some sips of water. My headache was slowly fading away but it was still there. John ran his fingers through my hair as I laid on his chest. Taking deep breaths as he warmed me up with more than half of the covers. Oh how considerate and selfless he was. I couldn't even explain it.

The way he held me, and gave me all his attention. Put me at some state of ease. In a way, he was like my comfort zone. It sounds weird, wording it like that. But John gave me the feeling of warmth and no one else has. I just thought deeply about how much I loved him, and how much he goes through making sure I'm okay. His hands brushing against my face gave me a droopy, sleepy feeling and before I knew it my eyes were fluttering shut and I was falling asleep. I don't know how he does it. But John never fails to make me feel loved and safe. Safer than I've ever felt before.