Hoodie- Dreamnotfound

Restless

Georges's hoodie was expected to come in the mail later that day.

Dream remains restless throughout the night, George never seems to leave his mind. Strange thoughts take over, he needs an escape to his mind.

Glimpses of the somber moonlight peeked through his blinds, filling the room with a dull, blue haze. Dim street lights barely lit up the road, it was the sole source of warmth throughout the cold night.

Dream lied on his bed with his arms spread out by his side, his fingers entangled in the rumpled comforter. He felt like his body was slowly sinking into his sheets, he was conscious of how his body fit the familiar nooks of his mattress. He lied there, completely still.

He was tired, exhausted in fact, yet he stared vacantly at the texture of his barely visible popcorn ceiling finding himself unable to fall asleep.

The night was empty and quiet, but his mind was so loud, overwhelmed with thoughts he couldn't keep up with. Racing faster than he could count, they pounded throughout his head uninvited.

Instead of resisting his thoughts as he does in routine every night, he decided to wander around his imagination. Eventually, he thought about him, George

Georges's hoodie was expected to come in later that day. His heart skipped as he recalled what George had said about giving him his hoodie.

"I want you to wear it. I'll even make sure it smells like me."

For the past few days, those words were recurrent in his brain... It was practically eating him alive. Shivers were sent down his spine, just thinking about him. It was all he could think about or look forward to. Dream hadn't felt this way about someone in forever, his heart was secretly longing for a feeling like this.

He sighed in frustration. Every time he shut his eyes in an attempt to sleep, his head was flooded with George. His eyes, his smile, his everything. He tossed and turned, trying to push those thoughts away. He even tried distracting himself by diverting his attention, but his mind always drifted back to him.

Always back to George.

It seemed as if he had zero control left over his head, it seemed as if George was forever living in his subconsciousness.

Sure, Dream's relationship with George has always been coquettish, but things were different now. What he felt now was indescribable, he started to see George in a new light. The truth had been laying right under his nose this whole time, and he had just discovered this new world of emotions.

Their connection had started to feel like it meant something more... Well, it had seemed that way to Dream.

Quickly snapping himself out of that train of thoughts, he realized that he was just being ridiculous. He was just overthinking it, right? He didn't truly have feelings for George, or at least that's what he wanted to believe.

Even if he had some sort of crush on him, they've been friends for far too long. Any sort of relationship could suddenly turn everything to dust in an instant, his stomach had dropped at that realization.

With that thought, he needed to escape these vexing feelings.

Glancing around his room desperate for a distraction, he picked up his phone from the table next to him. Squinting at the bright light emitting from the screen, the time read 3:29 AM, it was later than he had anticipated. He stared at his home screen, debating what to do.

He opened Twitter and scrolled through some of his tagged tweets. It's swamped with threads including pictures, videos, and edits of George and him. Eternities worth of scrolling would still take him to George. He groans in exasperation, there's no way out of this