SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

II

"To heal a wound, you need to stop touching it."
-annonymous

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Eleanor always had been a light sleeper. She hated that fact.

Simple things like a person taking a late night walk while passing her opened window were enough to wake her from her slumber.

So of course, she woke up when Dream started to shuffle around the room, mask already back on as he searched for something clumsily.

"What are you doing?"

Dream halted in his steps midway as he froze, not looking at her, only frustrating the girl even more.

Let's add the fact that she also was definetly no moring person.

"I'm talking to you?",
she called him out with furrowed eyebrows as she sat up.

He finally looked at her, his mask giving her slight chills.

"Did you see my face?",
was the first sentence he asked.

His voice was stoic, some might even say filled with venom.

"No.",
she bluntly answered.

Jeez, overdramatic teens these days.

"I turned the lights off before removing it with my eyes closed.",
she elaborated while pointing as the light switch.

Dream's positure seemed to realx as ge let out a sigh, happy about the fact that she didn't see him.

"I'm a curious person, but I still respect other people's boundaries, ya'know.",
she explained slightly irritated.

Yeah, she was a upset about the fact the he was concerned about her taking advatage of his situation.

But at the same time, she couldn't say that he was worrying about nothing.

After all, he always wore his mask securely and made sure no one saw him.

He fell asleep before her and woke up with his mask off, which might seem suspicious to some.

She sighed before massaging the space between her eyebrows.

"What were you searching?",
she asked him lazily.

"The backpack.",
he answered bluntly, oblivious to the tension that lingered in the air a few seconds ago.

Eleanor showed him the backpack -which was just beside the bed- before they both got ready and finally walked down, ready for whatever was bound to happen today.

Eleanor thought, that after eveything that had happened in the past two weeks, she was ready for everything.

However, there was one thing she didn't expect at the moment.

"I heard there was a special place."

The sweet singing of a calm voice.

"Where men could go emancipate."

Flashbacks of her childhood.

"The brurality, and tyranny of their rulers."

This was indeed Wilbur's voice, singing the same soft tune he did for her every night, always claiming that their home was that special place.

A place where she would be safe. 

Without her noticing, tears started to run down her eyes freely as she looked at the silhouette of her brother, standing in the middle of the living room as he sang.