❝Sleeping Beauty, just because you are awake doesn't mean you can't dream with your eyes open, anyway,❞ he says it so softly his voice barely audible.
I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him so bad, but I don't. Instead, I make a face and squir...
So I broke up with my first boyfriend today. You said the first person to break my heart would get chased with a shotgun by you. I profusely argued so much that our dinner got cold. If I allow you to chase him, will you come back? I miss you, I miss you so bad.
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I don't know what woke me up but whatever or whoever it was, it was a bitch. I have been tossing and turning for half an hour and thinking of all sorts of awkward positions but I just can't get back to sleep.
I pulled my duvet over my head and groan,"You are asleep, Kris, you're dreaming of you and Levi on a date. Not a boring one though, you are probably rock-climbing or something and he's showing off his muscles. Oh God, his beautiful, beautiful biceps!" I muttered to myself incoherently.
I wait for a few seconds, even try to force a snore.
It didn't work.
My next tactic was the #SilentAsHell, meaning you have to lay very still not say a word and the silence should drift you off to sleep.
So I reposition my self yet again, my hands by my side similar to a penguin and hold my breath- for much longer than I bet penguins can.
That's when I heard it, the sound of someone cracking open the window and shuffling around, occasionally picking something up and dropping it without bothering to consider doing it quiet enough for me not to hear. The intruder whistled to themselves as they shuffled around my room.
With my head still under the duvet, partly from fear and partly from cold, I held my breath listening to every move on the intruder.
They knocked something down and it crashes to the floor with a loud thud. But they didn't seem to mind because their feet kept shuffling around my room picking things up and dropping them in random places around my room.
Asshole.
I swear to God if that was my brother, Denzel looking for my homework again I will fucking kill him. Do your own homework, brother and maybe you won't have to search my room at stupid o'clock in the morning looking for work to copy.
The intruder, whether it was Denzel or Mum had to learn a lesson. So they would think twice before walking in without knocking. I mean, I am a teenager for God's sake, what if I was admiring my poster of Theo James from Divergent? Or in the middle of a deep diss session on the phone with my best friend Leighanne? Or worse, changing!
Because I randomly felt the need to change my pyjamas halfway through the night...
I cough a couple times and listen as the intruder stills and silence fills the basement,"I will give you five seconds to run, Denzel," I threaten him, my eyes still closed.
