Platonic cuddling.
Friendly.
Hours passed while I sat there wrapped in Dream's arms. Sometimes we talked, and other times we sat in comfortable silence. He would touch my hair and tell me about stories from his middle school. I didn't mind it, him touching my hair. It was weirdly comforting. The cuddling was friendly, but something in me wanted it to be more. I wanted him to hug me more, I wanted to be near him. He gave me a sense of comfort I hadn't felt in awhile, and I liked that.
Why?
"You doing better now?" He asks. I nod my head and check the Furby clock on my nightstand. It's nine thirty.... We've been sitting here for three hours? "Are you tired?" I ask him. "Not really. And that clock is fucking terrifying." He says. "Don't make fun of her, she's been through alot." I say. "Call Sapnap, she needs to be put down." Dream says. I look at him and gasp. "Dream! That wasn't nice!" Not this man making fun of my Furby clock, she's almost 21. That's like, old in toy years. "I should probably get up and put the food away," "I did already." He says. "Dream's on his housewife arc." I laugh. "Only for you." He responds.
"I know what we should do tomorrow," I say. "What is it?" He asks. "I'm not gonna tell you, you'll just have to see." We turned on a movie and I eventually fell asleep.
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I woke up to my blinds fully open and the smell of bacon. I groaned and practically rolled out of bed to shut the blinds. There was no point in laying back down, so I grabbed some pants and a t-shirt to throw on and took a quick shower. I went downstairs once I finished and saw Dream in the kitchen. "Good mornting." I yawn. "Mornin'." He says. I watch him make breakfast from the island. He dances around and hums to himself. "You're bouncy this morning." I say. "I've been up for two hours, took a shower, and I had one of your monsters so i am wide awake." He says. "Why were you up so early?" I ask. "I don't know, my sleep schedule is kinda wacky." He says. "Same. Did you go back to your room after i fell asleep?" I asked him. "No, we cuddled, I was big spoon." He says, flipping the pancakes he had on the stove. "No way you were the big spoon, my sleeping consciousness wouldn't allow it." I say. "You're probably right about that. I stayed there though." He says.
He finishes the pancakes and puts some on a plate for me. "Thank you Mr.Dream." I smile. He brings his plate and syrup over to the island and sits next to me. "You are welcome. I hope they're good, I'm not really a cook." He says. I cut my pancakes into pieces and pour syrup over them. They were pretty good.
"We should wear the outfits we bought for christmas," I suggest as we finish eating. He agrees and we go upstairs and change (IN SEPARATE ROOMS). Around when I finished changing, Dream knocked on my door. "Come in." He walks in the room and stands awkwardly, standing emoji style. "Drippy." I say, giving a thumbs up. "Flashy." He replies. "It's not bad, there were brighter orange options. I chose the darkest one, so be grateful." I say. He takes a seat in my gaming chair while I take my makeup bag out. "No, no it's cool. I like the shoes." He says. As you should, they're better than what he came here in. "So is makeup hard?" He asks. "Depends on what i'm doing. I mostly just do simple stuff like eyeliner and foundation and stuff. But what James Charles does is hard." I reply. "I've tried to copy." He hums in response.
"Can i do your makeup?" He suddenly asks. Nothing against it, but he'll have me looking like a fool. "I uh, yeah sure. Just come over here." I say, motioning for him to come over to my dresser. "No, you come over here." He says. I roll my eyes and groan. "You asked to do my makeup," "Pleaseeee." I sigh and walk over to Dream with my bag. "Sit, sit." He says, patting his lap. This again? I walk over and sit down. "How will this even work?" I say. He was sitting in the chair normally and I was sitting kinda angled to the left. "Just turn left a bit." He says. I turn and he lifts my legs over the arm rest so I'm completely turned. "This works but it's kinda uncomfortable. Let me just-" I move my legs off the side and stand up. He looks at me confused while I face him completely and put my legs on the side of his and sit down on his lap (knees? do y'all get what i'm trying to explain??? i suck at describing stuff lol). "That works too." He says.
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