This part is Georges POV
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It was just a normal afternoon at Georges café (which means extremely boring for no one but George).
George liked working at the café but it was always so busy because it was the most popular place in town to go eat and since George was the owner and the only one working there, lets just say he did not have a good sleep schedule. George barely ever slept anymore, not since his parents death two years ago.
George was working like normal when he felt someone grab onto his waist. He spun around to see if anyone was there but he saw no one. the feeling of someone touching him stopped so he thought he was just imagining things but if there were any other workers there they would have thought he was a weirdo.
Later that night George was laying in bed staring at the ceiling when again he felt like someone was touching him. This time there hands were on his back. he turned around and looked at his bed there was nothing that could be touching him! So why did he feel like he was being touched? George sat up feeling extremely uncomfortable. the hands remained still for another moment , then they started to move in circles around his shoulders, almost like a massage. George tensed his whole body.
Not sleeping and overworking himself for days had taken its toll on George and after a while he let his body relax knowing that there was nothing he could do. The hands continued for a while and George had to admit they were helping. even though he didn't know why he was feeling this when there was nothing on his back but now he didn't really care.
They were completely relaxing him and that was just what George needed, after a few more minutes Georges eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to sleep and this time for the first time in a long time when he woke up he felt well rested.
The Massage thing had stopped and George woke up feeling better then he had in years!
George over the past few years had been touch starved and alone and that little bit of physical contact, even if he didn't know what was causing it was the best thing George could have asked for other than his parents back but what would be even better was if it was a real person with him to comfort him instead of an imaginary massage.
The thing is though George was alone, a small man in a big world with no one to comfort him. George got on a call with Dream to have a quick talk. George was planning to tell Dream about his situation but he knew he wouldn't believe him and he would be left with one less friend.
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Authors Note: sorry that this part was also very short but I need to go back to Dreams POV just so you'll understand Georges part. I hope that you are enjoying this book so far Because I'm having fun writing it!
