7 Reasons to Stay DreamNotFound

Day Three

George POV

The TV hummed quietly, faint light flickering through the dark room. The blankets around George were warm, and when he glanced over, he noticed Dream's eyes drooping. Soft eyelashes brushed freckled cheeks, emerald slowly becoming aware of mocha. 

"Are you tired, too?" Dream yawned. 

George nodded, feeling as though his head weighed more than usual.

Dream picked up the remote laying between them, pausing the movie. He stretched his arms above his head.

"Finish later tomorrow?"

"Mhm." George reluctantly stood from his warm blankets, already missing his comfy spot on the couch. 

The dirty blond copied his movement, rising much taller. George watched as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight option. The TV turned black when Dream powered it off, motioning for the brunette to follow him down the hall. 

Their footsteps were muffled against the carpet, and George stared tiredly at the back of Dream's shoulders, the way soft green fabric was creased from laying down. He nearly ran into Dream's back when the dirty blond stopped in front of his door. 

"Goodnight, Georgie." Dream turned slowly to face him, his smile gentle moonlight shimmering over quiet waters. "Sleep well."

"You too." George pushed his door open, murmuring "goodnight" over his shoulder before clicking the door quietly shut. 

For the first time in a long while, he was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. 

Next Morning (3rd Day Begins)

Gentle sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the kitchen in rays of gold. Evidence of leftover cinnamon rolls smeared white and brown over empty plates. 

"I thought of somewhere for us to go today." Dream leaned back in his chair, grinning. "I'm not going to tell you where, though." 

George shifted in his seat, studying the emerald-eyed man in front of him. With Dream, it could be literally anything. He'd never expected the zoo, never mind the graveyard, but he'd found himself there anyways. 

"You're not even going to give me a hint?" George brushed his chocolate-colored hair out of his eyes. 

"Well..." Dream hesitated. "To be fair, I kind of have to." 

"What does that mean?" George raised an eyebrow suspiciously. 

"It means you'll have your hint when you get out of the shower." Dream leaned across the table, gathering the dirty plates with soft clattering before standing up. 

George rolled his eyes. "You're impossible." 

"I'm fun." Dream winked teasingly. 

"That's not how you pronounce 'annoying'." George flashed back. 

"Oh, I'm annoying now, am I?" Dream wheezed, emerald lighting up with amusement. "I thought I was impossible?"

George groaned, pushing away the smile tickling his lips as he stood and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go shower, idiot."

Dream's laughter rang from the kitchen, filling the house with pleasant melodies. So far, their morning had been quite peaceful. The dirty blond was already showered by the time George woke up, and he immediately replaced the bandages on George's arm with fresh ones. 

George closed the door and turned the silver knob of the shower, watching the water pour down in thick streams. He tossed his clothes into a hamper by the door, pausing to softly run his fingers over the shiny plastic on his arm.