water droplets //dnf//

30: an amazing trip

~Dream POV

He hasn't been sleeping, at least from what I see. Maybe he's just resting less and only sleeps after I'm already asleep but, it's still worrying.

It's the day to leave for the hotel and we wake up extra early, at least I do. My arms are wrapped around George's waist, he's facing towards the wall.

"you awake?", I say softly, hoping I don't get a response.

"mhm"

"up all night again?"

"no.. well, yeah"

"you should try and rest, georgie"

He turns towards me, I keep my arms wrapped around him as he gets comfortable. He shyly looks up and our eyes meet. Both sleepy but, in different ways.

"i love you, a lot, clay"

"you don't even know how much i love you, georgie."

"you're right.. i don't. maybe you can prove it?"

Bold. He has confidence today so that's good.

My hands reach his face, cupping his jaw carefully. While his hand travel to my torso, tracing the slight lines. A kiss following soon after.

For some reason, his lips felt softer than usual, more sincere. Maybe it was the good intent traveling through. It was a soft but kind kiss, implying something.

I break away, trying to ask a question but George insists on continuing the kiss.

Once I manage to pause, I ask,

"what's this for?"

"am i not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?", he giggles.

"yes of course, it just seemed more tame than usual. like maybe you were trying to say something."

He looks at me confused. I seem absolutely crazy but I can't stop now. He showed no signs of responding so, I have to continue.

"like.. you were trying to say goodbye."

"why- why would i be saying goodbye?"

"i'm not sure, maybe i was imagining it. sorry"

"nono don't be sorry. i'm not saying goodbye though. just good morning"

He smiles and I can tell it's truly genuine. One last kiss before we get out from the sheets. Neither of us bothering to make the bed as we made our way to the kitchen.

George sat on a barstool, seemingly hungry.

"want me to make breakfast?"

"sure. i can help!"

Energetic. That's even better.

"no i want to treat you to something."

"what? all you can make is toaster waffles."

Humorous. He seems happy today.

"hey! they're a delicacy somewhere."

The laughing fills the room, the energy we've created is finally lightening up.

I grab the waffles out of the freezer. Two for each of us. Knowing George well enough, I grab the peanut butter and syrup out of the cabinet aswell as sprinkles. The whipped cream was already out.

I was making our beautiful plates. One plate downed with syrup and plops of peanut butter. Mine with whipped cream and doused with sprinkles.

"oh my! we have a chef in the building!", George said between laughs