𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋, thomas blake

04. Sleep Deprivation & Evening Talks

「CLAUDIA JANE」

It was around 2:00 in the morning and I have had no luck whatsoever in getting any sleep. Tossing around in my bed, I desperately try to get comfortable while trying not to focus too much on the time.

I turn to lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, shaking my head in defeat. I run my fingers over my temple, frustrated at the fact that my body was still so stimulated at such a ridiculous time in the morning.

Throwing the covers off my body, I stand up from my bed feeling the wooden floor against my bare feet.

I shuffle over to my suitcase that still sat at the end of my bed, mentally reminding myself to unpack it sometime during the upcoming day. The click of it's hinges filled my quiet room as I pushed it open. I squint my eyes while rummaging through the suitcase, struggling to see anything clearly due to there being no light.

I pull out a white cardigan and some socks before closing my suitcase, being careful not to make too much noise. I tug the thick socks over my cold feet and pull my cardigan over my shoulders. I walk over to the door and turn the handle, my eyes squeezing shut at the annoyingly loud creak the door made when I opened it.

I tip toe down the stairs, and begin to walk over to the sink to grab a glass of water. Out of the corner of my eye I can see a faint orange glow coming from the backyard.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I trudge over to the back door and pull it open before stepping outside. I could immediately feel the night air instantly lash against my skin causing me to pull my cardigan even closer around my body.

A few feet away I spotted a small camp fire that was being tended to by someone. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly and began to walk towards the person. As I got closer to the fire, Toms silhouette came into my view, his back facing me.

I stumble across the log he was sitting on while also being careful not to scare him. He held a stick between his hands, drawing random patterns and scribbles into the dirt on the ground below him. His hair was messy, sitting in tangles on his head. He wore dark blue pyjama pants and an oversized black jumper that was loose around his shoulders.

He continued to peer at the ground while looking deep in thought, still not noticing my presence. He had rested his chin on one of his hands.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked slowly and in a quiet tone.

I watched as he whipped his head over to where I was standing, sighing in relief as his eyes locked with mine. He then looked back down at the ground, continuing to draw patterns into the dirt.

He shook his head while sticking out his bottom lip, "Not really, can't remember the last time I had a good nights sleep."

I take a seat next to him, sitting on the ground instead of on the log. "I know what you mean," I glance up at him.

I still can't get over how beautiful he is. His lips glistened in the light, his long eyelashes were brushing the top of his cheeks, his curls of hair rested on his forehead, his cheeks were a soft shade of pink. It was truly impossible to mark out any imperfections.

A few buttons on his jumper had been left open, exposing part of his bare chest underneath which made my heart flutter at the sight.

He turned his head to look down at me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not really in the mood to sleep right now," I laugh and shrug my shoulders slightly.

We both sat there next to each other, enjoying each others company for a few minutes. The only noise that was heard was the fire crackling every now and again. I rest my head back against the log and close my eyes, enjoying the heat that was radiating off the fire.