Like The Water That Sustains Me

Wake Me Up When The Dream Ends

Whoosh.

The sound of the waves of the sea.

Whoosh.

The gentle swaying feels like the gentle rocking of a hammock or a baby's cradle.

Whoosh.

Silent. A silence, not encompassing, nor deafening. Just a silence that calms the ears.

Whoosh.

And his cheeks are on something soft. Tight, warm, but soft. He feels very comfortable. But even if his body is in a very calm and comfortable state, his neck is rioting. It feels like his neck was hit with something hard and sharp and it feels stiff.

Whoosh.

Jay slowly opens his eyes with the duality of everything in his senses. He wakes up to the hair. His hair. And skin.

Skin.

'You have skin, Jay.' he thinks.

He brings his hand up to brush through his bangs, and when he does, he awakens a little. His eyes are a little more open.

Whoosh.

He sees white walls. Steely white walls.

And then he tilts his head down, and a medium-sized glass allows the yellow sunlight to illuminate the air. And when he moves just slightly he hears a groan.

Whoosh.

And then it hits him.

Wine. Red wine. No. White. It was white wine. Popcorn. And an old movie playing in the background. Pride and prejudice, he's quite sure.

And dishes. He remembers washing dishes. And intending to sleep in the kitchen. So how did he get on the bed?

And he moves again, but this time the arm around his waist tightens even more. Bringing his back closer to a sturdy chest. And warm puffs of air blowing on his neck. In a sleepy, slow beat.

His body is rested, and comfortable, his neck is numb and fast asleep, and he's sleeping in Khun Tan's arms.

And on his chest.

And the thought almost, almost, springs him up in shock.

He suddenly feels so awake. His mind going haywire. His brain circuit malfunctioning. His stiff neck doesn't feel too stiffy anymore.

'Jay, how did you end up like this? Again?'

"Ngh."

He hears behind him.

The bedsheets ruffling from their shared weight, and the man behind him moving and shuffling his arm to bring Jay even closer to him.

And here Jay thought that they can't physically be any closer.

He bites his lips and closes his eyes again. And thinks, 'Wait till he sleeps again, Jay. Only move when he's asleep.'

Foolproof.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Slow, calm, and steady breaths.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

The sound of the waves moving further away from the shore. Like how it is every early morning.

Jay sighs in relief when he finally feels the elder's slow, steady puffing and huffing behind his head. It means he's going right back to slumber.

Huff.