His Name Was Damian

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Damian

3:37

3:37?

I rub my eyes as I look at the alarm clock next to Naomi's bed. I look down at the girl on top of my body, draping both her arm and leg over top of me. Playing with the curl that tickled the tip of my nose, I watched as the curl bounced back to its original form.

Naomi shifts under me and I freeze, stopping my motions I was previously acting upon her. She lifts her head slowly, taking in her room before looking at me. Naomi tilts her head at me and smiles.

"It's early," She mutters, laying her head back down on the pillow. "Too early."

"Yeah," I reply softly.

"You didn't have to stay for this long. I understand if you want to leave."

I shake my head, "Nah, It's not like I have anywhere else to be at four in the morning."

Naomi laughs softly, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm gonna change my clothes though, sleeping in jeans is not it."

I smile at her comment as she walks into her closest, grabbing a shirt and sweatpants along the way.

I wait for a good five minutes before Naomi renounces her presence.

Naomi walks in dresses in a Janet Jackson tour shirt and adidas joggers that fell off her hips. She walks toward the edge of the bed and sits down, attempting to put her hair in a bun.

"Can you not put your hair in a bun," I ask and she gives me a funny look.

"Why not," She asks, dropping her arms down from her head.

"Because I like your hair down."

Naomi laughs, "I don't know why- it's a mess right now."

I shake my head and pull the scrunchy out of her hands and put it on my wrist, "I don't care if you think it's a mess right now, I like it."

She rolls her eyes, "Because it's like four in the morning, I'm not going to argue with you."

Naomi walks over to her light switch and turns on her lights, filling the room with blue hues.

I pull her down so she falls on top of me, "Good because I don't want to argue with you either."

Naomi buries her head into my neck and resumes her original position around me.

"You make for an awesome pillow, I hope you know," She says as she buries into me.

I laugh softly, "So glad I'm accommodating for you."

"Yeah, me too."

We fall into a silence, both of us on the verge of sleep.

"Hey Damian?"

"Yeah, Naomi?"

"I'm glad you're with me tonight."

"Me too," I reply.

And she's asleep.

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