Bruises and Honey Bees

NIGHT BITE

At first sleeping with tuna was perfect but, it was later that night I lay stiff as a board that there was a problem. tuna wraps every which way around me that only could be undone if i woke him up or he decided to role over. Only then would I be able to undo This with out hurting either of us.

However it wasnt all bad, it was a cold night and he was like a furnace in a tiny one room brick house. 102 degrees Fahrenheit on his best day. I was sweating at the point of drowning in a sea of salty sticky liquid. Not to mention its about 12 if my internal clock is on check. It was hot as hell in here while outside, its a chilly -38.

I sigh close my eyes trying to get some well deserved sleep but every time mituna would move or twitch in the slightest, he would brush against one of my bruises always causing me to wince. however I continue to try the hardest I have in days and to my cruke reality it of course doesnt work.

The fateful moment comes into view and mituna turns over freeing me. I instantly get up streching, I use the bathroom in the hall washing my face and useing the bathroom. I cautiously walk into the hall trying not to make much noise. I make it upstairs and down the hall to the attic stairs I climb
Into my room. Its just as I left it.

I look around having every single thing here. Old clothes, old toys, old games... I look at the desk and see several pictures. A picture of me and many of my friends I hang out with ever since we all moved close together. I would still be close friends with them now if it wasn't for my relationship with y/c. .

Lastly the picture on my nightstand was of me and mom. I reach for it and grab it bringing it close. She really was beautiful, black flowing hair small but elegant horns, Big round eyes, dad says I have my mothers eyes but I don't really remever then up close.. I feel a few tears fall from my eyes onto the picture. I smile finally remebering what she looked like.

I look at the bed, not a speck of dust anywhere, dad must keep this room pretty clean. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll clean it up and fix it. I mean theres already a dresser, a desk, a night stand, a TV, thats really all I need. I open the window across the room sitting on the bench connected to it. I spend a few minutes observing the cold night and kick my legs back and forth my mind going blank and blissful.

After what felt like not long enough I close the window and lay in my old bed falling blissfully into a slumber I haven't had in mouths. I dream of my friends and mom we were all happy and having fun dad and tuna were there to. To bad it was just a dream.

In the morning I wake up and slowly start to regain awareness. I am now tangled with una in the same fashion as I was down stairs wondering how he got here with out waking me up.
How do I get out of this? I analyze the postion and take the best route of action.

I slowly pull away taking his head off my neck and shoulder he whiningly flips over allowing me to get up as I do I fall to the floor both my legs a sleep and tingle painfully to being abruptly awoken. "Dangiit" I get up stumbling my way into the kitchen getting something to eat and planning out my day acordingly despite what the doctors said.