head in the clouds

warm tiles

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Dream decides to take a nap on the floor, Sapnap and George think he's the cutest:)

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As a kid, Dream had a habit of falling asleep sprawled out on his carpet. While most people would probably choose a softer surface as a place to relax, like a bed or a couch, Dream always preferred to settle down on the floor. He doesn't know when or why it started, but it's still something he does to this day.

His friends have never commented on it, much to his relief, even when he does it while hanging out with them. Like when he'll fit himself between George's legs while he's watching TV on the couch, or sit on the floor beside Sapnap's desk while he's playing games or streaming. It's just comfy for some reason.

Things are less overwhelming close to the ground, less loud and bright and big. He likes how sitting on the floor makes him feel smaller, how he has to really bend his head back to see his friends' faces, and how they pet his hair like he's an actual kid again.

This is probably why his first thought when he wakes up regressed one morning is to seek out a comfy floor somewhere in the house. He's tired from an uneasy night with a lot of tossing and turning, so a nap sounds really, really nice.

Hands rub at sleepy eyes as Dream pulls on a baggy hoodie and ventures out into the house. Maybe the living room? Nope, way too bright. Kitchen? Too cold. Getting increasingly frustrated, he toddles into the hallway where all their shoes and coats are. He stops to think, assessing the room carefully.

Dim lights, heated flooring, and a comfortable level of messy. It ticks all the right boxes. He nods to himself, this is perfect. Taking care not to hurt his knees on the ceramic floor, he lies down on his tummy, stretching out on the warm tiles. He feels so safe like this, surrounded by familiar sneakers and soft jackets. He pulls one out to use as a little pillow, folding it securely under his arms and resting his head on top.

Warmth spreads through him the longer he lies there, pulling him further and further into his fuzzy headspace. He bobs on the surface between sleeping and not, drifting in and out of cozy daydreams. He lets out a little sigh.

Some time later, Dream has no idea how long, a gentle voice appears from the doorway. "Hey Dream, what're you doing on the floor?" Faintly, he recognizes that the voice belongs to George.

Dream doesn't open his eyes as he tries to find his own voice to respond with amid the fog in his mind. "Is wawm," he mumbles quietly, not quite sure if he's sleep-talking or not.

But George hears him, and Dream can sense the smile in his voice when he replies. "Oh yeah? Are you cold, baby? I can turn up the temperature in your room if you like," he steps a little closer to the clearly dazed boy, crouching down as softly as he can.

Dream hums when fingers begin to card through his tousled hair. "Wanna lay hewe p'ease," his words slur together from how sleepy he is. "I'm dweamin' nice t'ings."

George chuckles fondly at that. "Alright, love. I'll leave you to it then," he gives one last pat to his head before standing up again and leaving the room, dimming the ceiling lights even more on his way out.

Dream dozes off again, lips curved into a tiny lasting smile.

Sapnap is the one to find him next, but the boy remains asleep through it all. The brunet is just walking past the doorway when he spots Dream laying flat out on the tiles, back rising and falling slowly. He almost wants to take a picture, but he knows his friend wouldn't be happy if he did so he refrains.

Instead, he heads over to George's room to see if he knows why in the world Dream is napping there of all places. Surely, a bed would be comfier.

He pokes his head into the other's bedroom, "Hey."

George looks up from his monitors, "Hi."

"Do you know why Dream is sleeping on the floor out in the hall?" Sapnap questions with an amused lilt to his voice.

George shrugs with a smile of his own, "He said he was dreaming so I just let him stay there, he seemed pretty comfy."

"Huh, maybe he's onto something," Sapnap chuckles, shuffling his feet in the doorway.

George stretches his arms up over his head, clearly stiff from sitting for too long. "He probably is, but I know he'll complain about his body hurting if we let him stay on the floor for any longer." His tone is as fond as can be.

"Good point," Sapnap agrees, turning to go find the blond again. "I'll wake him up and move him," he calls back to George who hums in reply before, presumably, getting back to whatever he's working on.

Sapnap crouches down next to Dream and rubs a warm hand across the expanse of his back to wake him up as gently as possible. "Time to wake up, buddy," he almost whispers. It takes a few moments, but eventually, Dream starts to stir. He rubs his face into the soft fabric of his makeshift pillow and lets out a little whine.

"Why?" He drawls, closing his eyes again. Sapnap smiles at the adorable sight, using his thumb to pet the boy's sleep-warm cheek before giving a little squeeze to his shoulder.

"The floor isn't such a good place for sleeping, little guy. Come on, I'll help you to your nice and cozy bed instead."

Dream shakes his head in defiance, slowly opening his eyes to peer up at the brunet. "Dis is a good place," he insists with a whine, "is so wawm an'... an' awesome..." He trails off as sleep threatens to take over again, his eyelids struggling to stay open.

Sapnap can't resist the urge to giggle at how hard Dream is having to fight to stay awake, scrunching up his face in the sweetest way. "Hey, don't go falling back asleep on me, honey. Let's move so you can continue your little cat nap."

That seems to have peaked some sort of intrigue in Dream, because his eyes blink open right away. "Cat nap," he giggles sleepily. "I'm not a cat, Pandas." He sits up, still laughing at Sapnap's silly wording.

Sapnap smiles along, shaking his head lovingly at his antics. "Alright, Mr. giggle, do you wanna nap in George's bed since it's the closest?"

"Yes!" Dream cheers.

"Let's go!" Sapnap matches his enthusiasm and helps Dream up, leading him by the hand to their third friend's room.

George barely has time to register that the two have entered his room before Dream launches himself at the bed, giggling like an overtired toddler– which is exactly what he is. "Nap time!" He exclaims happily, receiving coos and big smiles from both his caregivers.

As he's tucked in safely in George's silky-soft bed, he has to admit it's even better than the floor.

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