Wilbah Soot

Dead Forest Pt.1.5

The next morning was slow. Not painfully slow but instead a comparable slow. Something that you could definitely get used to.

Wilbur woke you up. Which surprised you considering you thought he would've been the type of guy to sleep in to at least 10.

Nope! This man gets up at the crack of dawn. He was really careful about getting up though. Sadly, his attempts to move out of the bed did not work because the second he started to move around you woke up.

Normally you wouldn't have woken up to just the bed moving but due to the fact that Wilbur had to try and wiggle his arms out from under you.

He also had to try and free himself from your iron grip. He gave up trying to get up when he heard you sigh.

He watched you closely hoping that it was just something you did while you slept.

It was not.

"Mmmmmm. What time is it?" You mutter still trying to wake up fully.

"I have no clue, darling. You're going to have to let me get up so I can check."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Fineeeeee"

You reluctantly let him go, sacrificing your need to be hugged for the time of day. When he left he took all the warmth with him. So you grabbed your pillow, hugged it and scooched over into his spot.

You decided to go back to bed when he didn't come back for a while (more like 3 minutes) but as soon as you started to drift off to sleep again you heard him shout from the kitchen.

"IT'S ABOUT 8 DEAR!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMM" You yell with your mouth closed hopefully loud enough to were he can hear you.

Wilbur came back to the room like 7 minutes later with two glasses of water.

"Sorry, I couldn't find the cup cabinet."

"'T's fine, just come back to bed." Your words slurred by tired-ness and muffled by the pillow you're clinging onto for dear life.
He answered your pleas by pushing you back towards your side of the bed and crawling in after.

"You sleep a lot." Wilbur said after settling back into bed.

"You woke me up at the ass crack of dawn of course I'm going to be tired."

When Wilbur spoke you could practically hear the eye-roll in his voice,

"It was like 7:30 when you woke up, calm down."

"Make me!" You roll over to face him and blow a raspberry in his face, accidentally getting spit all over him.

You look at him in utter horror and then shock when he starts to giggle. You reach over him to grab a napkin or a tissue to clean it up off of his face.

When you retract your arm Wilbur has the biggest, giddiest smile planted across his face.

"What? Why are you smiling like that?" You question with the same type of smile creeping on your face.

He shakes his head no as you wipe some of the spit on his face.

After wiping up the spit you get up and stretch. You hear and feel the pop in your back and sigh, then take off for the kitchen.

Reheated pancakes drenched in maple syrup

Wilbur doesn't come after you at first though. He takes the time he has alone to think.

I wonder if they know who I am. Wonder if they know my parents.