Tied Down.

Its too perfect...

You know in life when you have those smallest moments of bliss and peace, those moments where you're just so happy that nothing could ruin that moment? I barely ever get those moments.
Well, I didn't before everything. Before youtube, before my friends and before Phil.

Those little moments of bliss were never a frequent occurrence.
But lately I've been finding myself having more of those moments and it's the best feeling in the world because I'm happy and everyone else is happy.

Looking over at Phil now, as he's led beside me, his arms tucked close to his body and legs curled into a foetus position, I already get an overwhelming little bliss.
The way his mouth opens for small snores to arise. They're not loud, they're actually quite soothing and let's me know that he's here.
I panic when I can't hear his snores.

My finger tips glaze over his soft cheek, propping a piece of his fringe into place above his eyes that are closed.
My eyes then shift to the clock, it's seven in the afternoon, so unfortunately I'm being forced to stay awake and will have to wake Phil up.

We're not that lazy.

Phil shivers slightly as my fingers brush along his collar bone that's barely noticeable, but still there.
"Phil," I whisper softly. He doesn't respond which is typical since he is a very deep sleeper.

I shift closer to him, making note that we are both unclothed. I feel my cheeks heat up slightly but ignore it. We're together and it's perfectly normal.
I'm just not used to it yet.

"Phil, wake up." I repeat, lightly shaking his shoulder and also pushing away the forced memories of the hospital.
His head rolls into the pillow so that half his face is covered, making me tut.
"Excuse me, we aren't bears, we don't hibernate so wake up you ass."

Phil just groans and sort of lifts his arm in an attempt to smack me away, but he obviously doesn't have the energy as it just drops against my arm.
I roll my eyes and start placing small kisses along the back of his exposed neck.

Phil tenses and shifts under the action. "Dan, piss off." He growls, sliding more under the covers.
I chuckle and begin drawing patterns on his bare back.

"What happened to being PG?" I question cheekily, smirking as he tries to block me out.

"Fuck being PG I'm tired." He just replies, making me laugh even harder.
Phil then looks up from the pillow, his eyes squinted as he tries to focus. "Can you get me coffee?"

I smile and shake my head. "Get it yourself."

"Please, Dan!" He whines, snuggling into the blankets and staring up with bright puppy dog eyes.

I sigh and nod, making Phil grin and watch as I attempt to push myself out of bed.
I grab my dressing gown from to bottom of the bed and slip it on, wrapping it tightly around myself.
"Nice ass." Phil mumbles. I gasp and whip my head around to see him smiling sleepily at me, an almost drunk smirk on his face.
He does look cute though, his hair stuck up in many directions, his swollen lips and crooked smile, it's pretty adorable.

It's so adorable that I stand and gaze at him for a second, taking in what he looks like since I can't really take a picture at this moment.
"You're so cute." I sigh, standing beside the bed with my dressing gown wrapped around me.

Phil just sticks out his tongue and mumbles 'coffee' to which I curtsy and start making my way to the kitchen.

It's starting to get dark and i wonder just how long it's going to take for me to not have one day where I have a fucked up sleeping pattern.
I take naps all the time which is usually how I stay up so late at night, Phil does the same but doesn't stay up half as late as I do.