head in the clouds

sweet dreams

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Short fluff of Dream going to George for cuddles before going to sleep.

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It is nearing eleven pm when a shy Dream appears in George's room, standing quietly in the doorway.

George is in bed scrolling through his phone and it takes him a minute to sense that someone's watching him. He looks up from the screen once he notices the blond, smiling lightly at the sight of him with his hands in his pockets and eyes fixed to the floor.

"You okay, Dream?"

The sound of his voice seems to make Dream jump a little before he looks up and lets their eyes meet. George tilts his head to the side, encouraging him to give an answer. Dream only shakes his head and looks straight back down at his fuzzy socks again.

Okay, so it's one of those nights. George sighs, "If you tell me what you're thinking about, it'll be much easier for me to help you, darling." He can tell that Dream is considering what he said, shuffling his feet and puffing his cheeks in thought.

"Can't sleep maybe?" He suggests softly, already making room in his bed for the boy to join him if he wants. Dream looks up when he hears the ruffling of sheets, glancing at George and giving a little nod.

"I wan cuddles," he mumbles, trying and failing to stop his cheeks from growing warm. His voice is noticeably higher than usual, as it often gets when he's little. If he had to say how old he's feeling right now, he'd probably hold up no more than two fingers. He begins fiddling with the hems of his hoodie.

"You want to come to bed and cuddle?" George asks with the softest voice he can muster, making Dream feel even more shy and small. He nods again, and George smiles.

"Aw, come here, darling." He opens his duvet for Dream to slide under, which he does after just a few moments of hesitation. It's so warm and nice that he almost worries he'll fall asleep before he has time to get any of the cuddles he's been wanting all night.

"You can sleep here tonight, yeah? And we can cuddle alllll night long," George promises gently, pulling him close by the waist and letting him rest his head on his chest. Dream lets out a content sigh once he's all tucked in and comfy in his caregiver's arms. The soft cotton of the mattress and bedsheets feel make him feel like he's on a cloud, floating up and up and up.

George places a hand in the boy's mess of blond hair and cards his fingers through it in soothing motions, pulling on the strands softly and massaging the nape of his neck. Dream lets his eyes flutter shut, mumbling a barely intelligible, "Love you," with his very limited vocabulary.

George squeezes him tight and presses a big kiss on his forehead. "I love you more," he says in a hushed tone meant for moments like these. Dream snuggles further into the warmth of his chest, hiding a bashful, and very tired, smile behind one of his sweater paws.

"Sweet dreams," is the last thing he hears, whispered softly in his ear, before he finally drifts off to sleep.

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