Meetup // DNF

18 - I Wish We Could Have These Moments Everyday

(Dream's pov)

I wake up on the couch with dried tear streaks on my face. I look to my side to see that Patches isn't there anymore.

Bummer...

I stretched, hearing the crackles from my bones before sitting up, slouching a little.

I look for my phone, which was on the floor. I grab it and try to turn it on, only to find out it was dead.

I groan out of annoyance before getting up, slowly making my way to my bedroom while stumbling a little and putting my phone on the charger.

I rub my eyes as I walk into the bathroom that's connected to my bedroom, looking at my tired self in the reflection of the mirror.

My eyes looked puffy and my hair was all ruffled up and greasy. I've been lacking on my workout routine, so I had no muscle. I looked sick.

I look over to the shower. Maybe the shower could make me look and feel better.

I take off my clothes, turning on the hot water before looking back at myself in the mirror. I looked like a stick, even though I sorta ate yesterday.

I walk into the shower and face my back towards the shower head, sighing with satisfaction as I feel the hot water flow on my head and then down my back. Though it burns, it feels calming. I plan on staying in the shower for about at least 30 minutes.

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(George's pov)

I wake up feeling horrible. I'm starving, but I can't break my diet. I'll just have to toughen up and deal with it.

I most likely woke up really early. My brain decides to wake me up when it's really early, even though I want to keep on sleeping.

I plan on staying in bed, though my head hurts badly. I growl out of frustration and slowly get up from my bed, stretching before I walk into my bathroom and open the mirror cabinet.

I take out the bottle of pain killers, opening the bottle lid and taking two out.

I open my mouth and drop the pills down my throat, taking them without water.

I walk back into my bedroom and lay back down on the bed, grabbing my phone and checking the time.

4:58 am

I sigh. I'm used to waking up this early. I'm just glad I actually get sleep.

I go into Discord and DM Dream, asking him if he wanted to hop onto the SMP.

He most likely won't answer, considering it might be too early for him.

I might as well try to get more sleep while I wait. I thought as I put my phone down on the nightstand beside my bed and lay down, rustling in my bed.

I try, and try, and try, and try, and try, but I can't fall asleep. This is usually the part where I get mad at everything and everyone.

I hate my bed for being as hard as the wooden floors. I hate myself for not being able to go to bed. I hate that I have to live on sleep. I hate that Dream stays occupied in my mind for hours at a time. I HATE EVERYTHING!!!

I quickly sit up from my bed out of anger, only to find that it is now daytime. I look over at the time on my phone out of confusion.

9:49 am

Oh..I guess when I was thinking I accidentally fell asleep.

I look at the notifications on my phone, seeing I got a Discord notification at 5:53am.