Quit Moving (Dylan O'Brien Mini Drabble)

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My eyes slowly opened to the subtle glow of the alarm clock. 1:00. I stretched and switched to a different sleeping position, closing my eyes as I drifted off again.

Again, for the fourth time, my eyes opened again and I looked at clock. 2:30. I groaned as I switched to laying on my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. I wasn't having nightmares, I just couldn't sleep. I was having trouble finding a comfortable sleeping position.

"Babe?" a groggily voice asked. I switched to my right side, looking at Dylan's sleepy face. his cheek was smushed against his pillow keeping his left eye closed, only allowing his right eye to open slightly. "Oh, sorry, Dyl, did I wake you?" I asked, my voice laced with guilt.

He shook his head and I giggled at how much of a child he looked like when he was tired. he lifted his arm as if inviting me. "C'mere." He said, his voice cracked from tiredness. I flipped back over on my left side and I scooted backwards in his arms.

He wrapped his lifted arm around my waist, drawing little circles on my bare skin. I giggled at his cold touch and he smiled and kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and finally went Ito a comfortable undisturbed sleep.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 05, 2014 ⏰

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