I sat on the die of the road, watching the sunrise.
It was summer, so it rose before anyone was up, but I liked it better that way.
The colors melted together, bright and warm watercolors fading into each other like a painting.
I finally stood back up and walked back the street from which I came from.
I opened the door to my house quietly and shut it behind me, being careful not to wake my younger brother.
I went to the kitchen and started quietly making coffee. I poured it out into my favorite Narwhal cup.
I drink my coffee black, no creamer. Too much sugar, and sugar means calories. I avoid calories whenever I can, so I had to adjust my taste in coffee from creamer and sugar to just black coffee.
It was still good, it kept me awake.
I sat down to draw and drink my coffee, getting out a sheet of paper and my drawing pencils.
I wasn't sure what I was drawing, but I got so sucked into it that I didn't hear a voice behind me.
"Phil?" A weak voice yawned behind me.
I turned around so that I could see my little brother, Erin, with his stuffed animal and looking sleepy.
"Hey, Erin." I said with a smile.
"Go back to bed, okay? It's still a bit early." I said, looking at the clock on the wall.
"6:30" The clock read, taunting me. "You shouldn't be up either, you know." It practically screams into my brain.
"But, Philly, I want to stay with you." Erin says quietly, a yawn sounding at the end of the sentence.
"Well, I'll come into your room until you fall asleep again, is that okay?" I say, trying to keep my voice upbeat but soft, in case my mom hears us talking.
He nods and I lead him back to his room. I sit on his bed, watching him and running my fingers through his dark hair until he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
I silently walk out of the room, pulling his door closed behind me.
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Blurryface (A Phan Fic)
FanfictionPhil Lester is an artist. But with great skills come great responsibility. Phil has an anxiety disorder and insomnia. He finds real people boring and lacking emotion, preferring to draw and sketch. Then, he moves to Arkansas. There, he meets some pe...