head in the clouds

noon

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A sleepy morning.

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The sight that meets George when he enters Dream's bedroom that morning (or noon, rather) is so sweet it makes his heart swell.

Sunrays filters in through the half-open blinds onto Dream's resting form. He is sprawled out in the middle of his bed, fast asleep even as daylight dusts his features. His blond curls are all disheveled and his hands are curled into loose fists up by the sides of his head.

He looks so much like a little baby that George has to resist the urge to squish his cheeks.

The boy's pillow has made its way from underneath his head all the way to the other side of the bed along with his beloved bunny, and his fleecy comforter is halfway off the mattress, only covering one of his legs.

George assumes he must have gotten overheated in his sleep, as he refused to wear anything less than sweatpants and one of Sapnap's hoodies when he went to bed.

...

Last night was rough for Dream. Stress from work and life and everything else had been piling up all week, and after a mixup with the food they ordered for dinner, he just burst into tears.

And once the crying started, it didn't stop for hours. He sobbed and sobbed, and eventually regressed so deep into his headspace that neither George nor Sapnap knew how to best console him.

Thinking about it makes George's heart clench — he wishes so dearly that he could have done more. But he did manage to put Dream to bed, albeit stubbornly dressed in Sapnap's hoodie. And he sat with him and whispered all the comforting words he knew until green eyes slipped shut.

Finally, he fell asleep, even if it was with wet cheeks and his chest still stuttering with occasional hiccups.

...

Understandably Dream needed a long rest after all that, so George is nothing but relieved that he has slept for as long as he has today. And after such a big slip, it is more likely than not that he will still be little when he wakes up, his mind still lingering in that soft, fuzzy space.

George sits down on the bed, right next to Dream's sleeping figure, taking a moment to gaze at his peaceful expression. His cheeks are rosy and dry, all of yesterday's tension soothed and smoothed away by sleep.

He brushes a strand of hair from the boy's forehead, watching with a fond smile as the touch makes him stir slightly, his gentle face scrunching up adorably.

"Hey Dream," he whispers, easing him out of his dreams.

Dream stretches awake with a little chirp, blinking a few times in the soft light before looking up at George with a sleepy smile, his eyes cloudy.

George smiles right back at him. "Good morning, lovely," he coos, smoothing his thumb over a warm cheek. "Did you have a good sleep?"

Dream gives an affirmative hum and scoots closer to George's leg which is pulled up on the mattress, rubbing his face in the fabric of his sweatpants a few times.

"That's good," George says with a sigh. "Exactly what I want to hear."

Dream lights up with another smile, the softest of giggles escaping his lips. And George can't help but chuckle, too, if only just at how cute his friend is being.

He leans over him a bit and grabs the discarded pillow. "Now what's this doing all the way over here, huh?" He asks playfully, pulling it into his lap with a soft puff.

Dream just giggles and makes grabby hands for it, snuggling up with it as soon as George hands it over.

"And your bunny!" George exclaims, pulling her over to their side as well and placing her right on top of the pillow in the boy's arms.

The sight of the long-eared plushie makes Dream's eyes light up even brighter, and he wastes no time in cuddling her close as well.

George gives in to the urge to press a little kiss to a freckled nose. "Silly baby," he says, tender with affection. "You feeling ready to get up soon?"

Clearly not quite awake enough for words yet, Dream chooses instead to nudge his head into George's hand; his way of asking for head rubs (a common favorite of his).

Which he gets, naturally. Gentle fingers start to run steadily through the boy's hair, untangling knots and twists from the night.

"Put on some comfy clothes and eat some food, maybe?" George continues softly.

Dream lets the questions float around in his mind for a bit before nodding his head.

"Bu' wanna bring my blankie," he adds quietly.

George smiles. "That's alright, darling. Blankie can come with us."

And with that, he stands up and helps untangle Dream's feet from the small part of the blanket that hasn't crept down to the floor.

When the boy notices that his feet are bare, he tilts his head with a curious smile. "Oh," he says, dumbfounded, wiggling his toes a bit. And George has to press his lips together to not start laughing (lovingly) at how confused he seems.

"George, I have no socks!" Dream giggles, looking up at him.

"Oh no! Well we can't have that, can we?"

Dream shakes his head, leaning forward and clutching his feet gleefully. "Can't have that!" He echoes.

In a swish, George has found a pair of Minecraft bee socks in his drawer, which Dream enthusiastically approves of.

"Want my help?"

"Yes p'ease," Dream says with a nod, straightening his legs out to make it easier.

George crouches down next to his bedside and slides the first sock on him. "One sock..." Then the second one, "And two socks!"

He stands up and offers his hand for Dream to take, which he does in a heartbeat. Blankie gets tucked securely under the boy's other arm ("I needa keep it safe",) and finally, after a double check that he still has bee socks on his feet — they make their way downstairs.

Dream chats away about the dream he had while they carefully descend the staircase. Slow and steady wins the race on this one, George will be the first to say it.

"An' you were in it an' Pandas was in it an' Patches was in it...." He rambles, "Oh, and Bad was there too!"

"Uh-huh," George hums, listening but focusing mostly on leading him onto the next stair. "So was it a nice dream you had?"

"Yes! A nice happy dream!" Dream is beaming as he says it. That dream is one he wants to keep in his heart forever and ever.

George smiles, treading off the last step and holding Dream's hand high to help him down after him. "You're a happy Dream this morning."

Dream bunny hops off of it and turns to George with a proud smile the moment he lands. "I'm happy!"

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