Nothing in Between

34

Maybe it was the bed and how it was so soft and comfortable, but Clyde had an amazing night of sleep. Everything about it was perfect, especially because her shift at work had been a little hectic just a few hours before, and this was completely relaxing.

Clyde had practically fallen asleep the moment the lamp was turned off, and she couldn't believe how easy it had been. It was almost instant, and all Clyde honestly needed was to listen to Taylor's breaths, which somehow helped in lulling her to sleep.

She had a little bit of an issue with the blanket, though, as it kept being pulled off from her body. Good thing Clyde was a warm person, or else she probably would have frozen into a cold statue. Clyde practically didn't have a blanket for most of the night.

That didn't stop Clyde from getting some good sleep, though.

That had been the most peaceful sleep Clyde had truly ever experienced. It was almost life-changing. Clyde had a completely uninterrupted rest, apart from the moment she had heard Taylor mumble something that resembled her name while asleep.

But Clyde just wasn't sure what Taylor had actually said.

She had slept so good that her body woke her up naturally, like she wasn't a person with a horrible sleeping schedule and a ruined circadian rhythm. Clyde hadn't heard her alarm yet, though, which meant that it was still early, but she was unsure.

And so, Clyde sleepily peeked through her eyelids, trying to scan her surroundings.

There was sunlight seeping in through the bottoms of the curtains, which made Clyde groan. She still wanted to sleep, as she knew that she definitely didn't get a full eight hours yet. But she had slept well, so she gradually tried to force herself awake.

Clyde blinked her eyes thrice and immediately tried to sit up, when she suddenly noticed the weight resting on top of her body. She had the hardest time forcing her eyes to stop closing themselves, but she eventually managed to see the culprit.

Taylor's head was resting on her chest, with Taylor's arm thrown haphazardly over her torso. The pillow that Clyde had hugged to sleep was on the floor, and it had seemingly been there for a long while. Clyde assumed Taylor had pushed it off some time ago.

Looking down at Taylor's face, Clyde reattempted to sit up. She made her movements slow and cautious, but she knew she had failed the moment Taylor's arm tightened its loose grip, and Clyde felt her body being gently pushed back onto the bed.

"Go back to sleep," Taylor mumbled, not opening her eyes.

"I need to get ready for work."

"But you're on the closing shift. Are you gonna walk back to your place?"

"Tay," Clyde sighed, "I'll cook us brunch."

And Taylor angrily shuffled off Clyde's body, still not even looking at Clyde. She kept her eyes tightly shut as her hands irately searched for the covers, pulling it from underneath Clyde's frame and exasperatedly using it to cover her entirely, from head to toe.

"Fine. Leave me here, all alone," Taylor grumbled.

"Go back to sleep. Or, play with your cats?" Clyde suggested.

"But the bed's not gonna be warm anymore."

"You dealt with it before last night. You'll be fine."

The response Clyde received was an annoyed groan, so she opted not to stand. She did pull herself to sit up, though, resting her back against Taylor's bed frame. Clyde sighed softly as she watched Taylor attempt to get comfortable under the covers.