Lucy In The Sky

I'm Only Sleeping

LUCY'S P.O.V

There was a warm breeze that morning, the wind blew through my hair elegantly as I journeyed to school with my fingers interlocked with John's. He had arrived from Hamburg alone the previous Friday, it turned out Hamburg was not as successful as the boy's had hoped. George had been kicked out of the country because he was under age, Stu decided to leave the band to continue studying and pursue an art career and Paul and Pete got sent home because they committed arson (this was not exactly true though, in fact they lit condom on fire and got kicked out)! 

Naturally, all the boys were very irritated. The man who had given them the Hamburg gig had left them, claiming the band were useless and that they were all just immature boys, this of course left them all very disheartened. The band was on verge of break up. Additionally, they were never paid as much as they were expecting, which led to their parents becoming irate (especially Mimi) and sending them back to school. 

John and myself spent most of our Saturday lazing around my house, John was still miserable about the Hamburg situation and told me he didn't want to go out. Obviously I didn't mind if he wanted to stay at home, I was happy just to be by his side again! In fact, being home had it's perks; whilst my parents were out it meant we had privacy to do what we please, whether that was to dance and sing around the kitchen like lunatics or make love in my own bedroom. Now, I must admit making love in your own bed is so much better than doing it anywhere else, it makes it more personal and meaningful. This was very different to my other experiences with John, he always tried to persuade me into 'quickies' in alley ways or public toilets whilst in Germany, I never liked them but it did happen. 

When we started school again I took pride in holding John's hand, I wanted to show the world that I loved him. Despite how nauseous and unwell I felt that morning a smile still crept across my face as we made our way to Lettering class. For the past five weeks since I got home from Germany my appetite had shrunk and I had been feeling queasy persistently, I blamed this on both dodgy German food and me longing for John to return but I began to feel worried when I still felt uneasy when reunited with him. 

Nonetheless, I continued smiling and made my way to class. The usual sound of screaming and yelling overcame me as I entered the room, I suddenly felt faint and my head started throbbing, I clung onto John as we made our way to the desk.

"Are ye a'right, love?" John whispered in my ear.

"Mm hm, I'm fine, just a little headache." I replied as I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes in pain.

"C'mon babe, you'll be fine." he said, pecking me on the forehead.

We both pulled our sketch books out of our bags as Vicky, Florence, Cynthia and Michael arrived and sat around the table with us. 

"Are you okay, Lucy? You look a tad pale." Cynthia stated, sitting opposite me. I moaned and laid my head on the table.

"'Scuse her, Miss Powell. She said she's fine... But she ain't! She's sick, like." John told her, stroking my hair.

"Again? Oh Lucy! You do worry me." Cyn continued. 

"You haven't told me ye've been sick whilst I've been away, Luce!" John yelped.

"Oh yeah, she's been like this for weeks, gettin' worse though. Cyn 'nd I thought it's cus she's missin' you. Obviously not though." Vicky added, I blushed and hid my head in my arms, still laying on the table struggling to keep my eyes open.

Soon I found myself drifting into a sweet slumber, images of John and myself twirling around my head. I felt at peace at last, my head had stopped throbbing and there was silence. I wanted everyone to leave me where I was, for I was only sleeping and it was heavenly.