-Amira's pov-
"Hey Ami, you awake?"
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"Move aside Dolores, I got this."
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"Hey Princesa, wake up~"
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'Amira, mi amor, you've gotta get up.'
I shuffle in my sleep, feeling ticklish at Camilo's sweet affection. He caresses a hand over my forehead. Then continuing to tuck my loose strands of hair behind my ears.
'You tired?' His gentle, attentive voice soothes me, almost losing me to the favourable spell of sleep once more. 'Can't have you falling asleep again now can we?' I hear him chuckle beside me, amusement showing.
"Mmkay..." I mutter through closed eyes, still half-asleep. I feel his arms slide under my body, and I don't hold him back from scooping me up.
'If you don't actually wake up, I'll take you to breakfast while you're still in your pajamas.'
His warning doesn't have much of an affect on me, given I'd rather have just dozed off again. 'That doesn't sound so bad...' I nuzzle myself into his arms, not bothered by the fact that I'm being carried rather than lying on a bed or couch. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing, but I was just tired.
"God you're adorable." Camilo mumbles, probably not intended for me to have heard. Though I did anyways.
"Camilo, just wake her up, it's not that hard." A separate voice snaps, who I immediately recognise as Peggy.
"Maybe we can just give her like, five more minutes, she's so sweet!" Camilo's voice only grows giddy as he continues.
"Your relationship is so sweet it hurts my head." I can basically hear her rolling her eyes.
"Up we go my princesa." I feel him taking me upstairs, probably to his bedroom where it's more isolated.
'She's right, I should probably get up.' I wiggle in his arms, trying to let myself down.
He refuses, 'Nope, you had a stressful day yesterday and I think you deserve to sleep in.' Camilo lowers me onto what I can only assume is his bed, then he drapes his sheets over me.
"I'll bring some breakfast up for you." He places a soft kiss to my forehead, and pauses before he takes his hand away. A faint sound of a door closing let's me know that I'm left to my own company.
I did have a stressful day yesterday, a lot happened. But as tired as I felt, something held me from falling asleep. The setting was fine, his windows were closed for lack of light, and I could only make out the sound of my own shallow breaths.
Something paranormal was tickling at my collar, too literally. My eyes flew open, to find myself back on the couch of the living room. Peggy sound asleep on the opposite sofa to me.
I take in my surroundings, realising I'd been sleeping, well, dreaming. I glance at the grandfather clock at the corner of the room, 12:16. Midnight.
I flop my arms off the side of the couch, knowing I'd have a hard time drifting off to sleep again. Letting out a hefty sigh, my feet hit the cold wooden floor. I'm hugging a blue, square pillow to my chest, it gives a surprising amount of comfort to me.
I'll be right back hermanita. Displaying a faint, dulcet, grin before sauntering out of the room. Casita at night feels, calming. Usually it's bustling with people, whether kids or the Madrigals. But... the open roof, glistening moonlight, empty space. It welcomes me, with open arms.
Casita seemed to notice me zoning out, eyes glued on the floor, since it gently rippled the tiles under my feet. I whisper a greeting to the sentient house. I've always felt a deep connection to it, probably thanks to Camilo. Papa had a strange way with the Madrigal home as well, always getting Casita energetic and overexcited when he was there. He did visit often, having known Alma and the triplets personally. I never tagged along though, despite Camilo's ongoing insists. I figured I saw enough of Camilo already, and being me, I would have rathered lounge around in my room.
I guess that's one of the reasons I'd clicked with Camilo so well. I was always shutting myself off in my room. While he dragged me out to actually enjoy the small, colourful world that is the Encanto village. Thanks amor, I mentally thank him, without actually telling him. In case I woke him on accident, I wouldn't want to do that.
I squeak when casita stops me as I try to step out the front doors, taken back. I giggle when I realise that it just didn't want me to go. "Don't worry casita, I won't take too long." I assure it, grinning warmly at the blue entrance. The doors hesitantly reopen, letting me steo out into the fresh air outside.
A hopeful sigh escapes my mouth, taking in the carefree midnight atmosphere. The blithely feel of cool grass tickling at my bare feet left me in a buoyant mood. Part of me was glad I'd awakened at the time I did, grateful of the serene moment I'd been blessed with. A separate part of me felt I should be getting rest. But a couple minutes outside wouldn't hurt, right? Then again, the longer I stayed awake, the harder it'd be for me to doze off again.
Still holding the cushion against my chest, I sit down, cross-legged. I don't mind if I get a bit of dirt on my behind, I'll just brush it off.
I felt panic at the sense of someone watching me, but the panic went away as soon as it came. I felt almost, comforted? Well, whatever, or whoever it was, mustn't've been a threat.
(Timeskip)
Turns out Camilo wouldn't be the one waking me up, as I had to shake his shoulders vigorously. 'Arrggghhh, I don't wanna get up!'
"Come on Camilo, you've got chores, like every other day." I roll my eyes at the scrawny boy lying infront of me.
"Just make Mira do them, she owes me chores anyway..." Groaning as he shoves his face further into his prestigious pillow. He honestly does have the nicest bed, apart from Isabela and Dolores. Probably some of the best sleepovers of my life despite having had hundreds or thousands with Camilo.
I acknowledge his recent remark with a raised eyebrow, "Why would Mirabel owe you chores?"
"Rock paper scissors..."
I found it funny that Mirabel would be so naive as to risk earning a day's worth of chores over a rock paper scissors match. "Huh, alright, guess I'll eat your breakfast then." Worth a shot, right?
"..." He seems stuck in thought based on my comment. "...Sure. Better you than anyone else." He shrugs before rolling over repeatedly, stopping just as I think he'll fall off the edge of his mattress.
"Have a good rest then, love you." Blowing him a kiss as I say my farewells. I didn't think he would see it but he reaches an arm out to catch it, then smacking it onto his cheek. A giggle leaves my mouth, finding it adorably sweet.
"You two are so cute!" I jump at the new voice behind me.
_________________________________________Dear, journal?
Papi calls it a journal, but Mami thinks it's a diary. Pa gave in super quickly though, he's SOOO in love. Sometimes I think it's sweet, but mostly it's kinda gross. Cuz he kisses her all over her face, and he probably gets saliva on her. Nasty.
Anyway, this is a diary I guess. Sooo, I'll write about my day? Or do I write about my life in general... idk.
-C.M (Thanks for the diary Pa!)
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