Dormiveglia; the space that stretches between sleeping and waking.
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"Take a picture."
"Shh! You're going to wake them!"
"You're being louder than me!"
"No I'm not."
Take a picture of what?
When the hell did I even go to sleep?
I try to move but all I can feel is something heavy on me.
What the hell?
"Oh shit, I think she's waking up." Someone whispers.
Slowly I open my eyes, but shut them immediately by the bright fucking light shining through the window.
No clue why it's so bright at this god awful hour.
Slowly I open my eyes again and blink a little so they adjust to the light. Looking down I notice the weight is River.
Somehow, throughout the night, he managed to move all the way up so his head is nestled into the crook of my neck, his body is mostly on mine and some on the couch, and the blanket is covering both of us.
Everytime he breathes it tickles my neck and his hair tickling my cheek don't help either.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" I whisper.
"Taking a picture, duh!" Finn outright says, a little loud for everyone's liking.
"Bro, shut the fuck up." Aspen grumbles.
River moves a little and I tense, Finn shuts up and so does Aspen. He fixes his position and goes back to sleep like nothing happens.
"How long have you guys been up?" I ask in quiet voice, making sure not to wake River up.
"Like 20 minutes, not long. Finns loud as breathing woke me up." Aspen tells me, glaring at Finn.
"What time is it?" I ask searching around for my phone. I don't remember where I set it at last night and I certainly don't remember falling asleep.
Last I saw on the screen, Regina was getting hit by a bus.
"10:26." Finn says checking my phone. MY phone.
"Wait, where did you find that?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"It was all the way over there." He points to in front of the couch they slept on.
How the hell?
"Anyway Layla is still asleep and we didn't know when you guys would wake up."
"Oh."
River moves a bit, breathes in deeply as if he just woke up and starts patting my neck, my jaw, my cheek and then eventually his whole hand is on my face.
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Romance(Completed) Ivy, the girl who saw the glass half empty. River, the boy who saw the glass half full. Her perspective didn't change till she met him. Could he make her see that the glass is half full, or is she stuck on the glass being half empty? T...
