To Narnia *A Peter Pevensie Love Story* HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

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I rolled over once again, sighing quietly as I did. I spent most of the night like this, tossing and turning, trying to force myself to go to sleep. But for whatever god forsaken reason, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t stop myself as I compared the soft, comfortable mattress to my old, lumpy one back home that I usually had no trouble falling asleep on. I couldn’t help compare the scratchy silk sheets to my hand made, worn flannel sheets that I help my mum make. The smells, the sounds, the feel of this room was just too different from home and it made it impossible for me to just fall asleep.

With a final groan, I gave up any hope I had of falling asleep at a decent hour. I sat up, tossing back the sheets as I did. I swung my legs around and hang off the side of the bed, just dangle an inch above the floor. I contemplated setting my feet on the floor, since it was probably freezing cold, and going to get a drink of water.

‘I’ve got nothing better to do.’

I slid off the bed and my feet landed on the floor with a light thud. I cringed at the chill that ran through my body as I landed. But pushing away the feeling, I tiptoed over to my slippers and slid my feet into them. Then as quiet as a mouse, I slid open my door, moving it ever so slowly in hopes that the hinges wouldn’t squeal. Which luckily, they didn’t. I left the door open and walked past the boy’s room, downstairs, and into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up, taking a sip and looking out the window above the sink. I looked out past the yard, past the trees, and up at the moon, wondering if my mother was awake or thinking about me. Our apartment hadn’t been bombed yet had it?

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

I jumped, sloshing water out of my cup but managed to hold onto it. I set it down on the counter and turned around, seeing Peter leaned up against the door frame in his slightly wrinkled nightclothes. His hair was lightly tousled and he had dark bags under his eyes, the same ones that I probably had under my eyes. I blushed darkly and crossed my arms over my chest, embarrassed that he was currently seeing me in my nightgown.

“N-no, I c-couldn’t. I-I’m g-guessing you’re having t-trouble as well.”

He nodded and stood straight, walking over to the cupboard beside me to grab his own glass. I moved to the side and got out of his way as he filled up his glass. I avoided looking at him and gazed back out the window, my thoughts jumping all over the place as I felt myself getting nervous. I was alone in a room, at night, with a boy. Sure Peter probably wasn’t going to do anything to me, but it was still a nerve wracking situation. I didn’t even realize I started to fidget slightly as he stood beside me.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”

I jumped again, turning to face him. His blue eyes stared down at me, concern and guilt flickering in his ocean orbs.

“N-no! I m-mean sort of, b-but not you. Just p-people in general!” I spat out, shaking my head back and forth. I probably looked like a chicken, running around with its head chopped off. Peter tilted his head slightly in a confused manner, his eyes curious.

“What do you mean?”

How was I supposed to explain this without making myself look mental? I began to twiddle my fingers around and looked down at them, avoiding Peter’s gaze.