Mind on pause

Night Terrors

I woke to a fatal feeling in my chest in response to the front and only door shutting behind the new figure. When did I... go to sleep?  Sitting up with an afternoon groan, my body felt lighter as the hours passed by. The brown-haired man strolled from one side of the home to the other with nothing but a towel around his waist, second-guessing his availability. The thought of being able to walk out without harm became easier to ponder as he set his clothes on the couch. A slap of realization struck me shamefully; I was in his bed. cringing as I move the covers, I carefully shifted my body so my feet hung from the bed. I inched quietly until my slim tarsals touched the floor and I winced, pulling them back up and accidentally catching his attention. Between my swollen ankle and his toned calves, I wondered who'd meet the door first in defeat.

 The weirdo man made his way to me frantically, holding his hands out to help me back in bed with a pause before readjusting his stance. He bent down slightly, avoiding the action of looking down at me. My eyes looked elsewhere without a thought, demanding my mind into auto-pilot as I desperately wanted out of the situation. I stay sat like a coward as he ruffled my hair, humming in his throat as he did since I arrived.

 "I'll be makin' stew. You like potatoes and carrot?"

 A frenzied nod answered his question and my heart spun at the mention of food. I sighed long and soft, feeling him read me confidently. He stressfully sat beside me and I was reluctant to look at him, dodging his voice of concerned interference.

 "Did you get lost kiddo?" I clenched my fist on his bed lightly and shook my head. 

"You don't have any?" My head shook again, playing a one-sided silence game but he only nodded, his smile fading disappointingly. A heavy gulp made his eyes sink to my throat, my guard was up more than before. "Any relatives?" He questioned stubbornly and sneakily continued massaging my legs, baffled at how I couldn't figure out when he started. 

That is Dangerous...

I wasn't answering him at all now, watching him warily. He looked in different directions as he thought of something impossible for me to figure out. 

"What's your name..." Almost like a sloth, I spoke my words in whispered syllables. After my mutter, my gaze fell with a nervous lip bite. Flashy smiles were questionable yet Ronan's features lifted in such a charming expression when he looked my way, requesting an introduction with his hand.

 "I'm Ronan," I took his firm hand, my tiny paw hilarious as my fingers fold into his palm. A light hand wave was exchanged, though I could sense his suppressed strength. Ronan had semi-thick fingers, knuckles bulging intimidatingly as well as varicose veins running up to the middle of his arms. Winning any attempted struggle would be the end of me . . .

"and it's lunchtime." Detaching from my thoughts gradually became less stressful as time went on around the man. My eyes widened from the huff that flew through my nose. Ronan spun back around with a curiously playful brow. I pointed at his hip with an awkwardly falling hand, a smile creeping behind my finger as his eyes drug down, noticing the soggy towel hugging him sparingly.

"Oh- wonderin' what finally got you to laugh. Thanks, for the heads up." My lips curled inward as his reaction to my banter entertained me greatly. I watched his enchanting stroll as he strayed from, clothes on and papers in his grasp when he returned. There were many inaudible questions hidden beneath my raised eyebrows, my hand reaching automatically for his offer. 

"A word searcher and word cross. Don't want you bored out yer' mind." His feathery voice calmed my lidless eyes, relaxing my thoughts and gifting my soul even as he moved on to the kitchen. A cup of water was placed on the nightstand beside me, the Wordsearch halfway did. . "Thank you." I spoke comfortably as I was getting used to the pampering. After about an hour, I had finished both brain sheets, the smell of baked lamb and Thyme swimming with the air. With an Earned hum of delight, I imagined its oblivious taste. The aromas made their way around the wall of a skinny corner where the bed filled, its source unable to be seen unless I leaned forward. As I shifted to get off the bed again, Ronan revealed himself and scooped me up swiftly. A nervous wail and gator grip were all I could react with, my kicking leg captured in his safe hold. Patiently, I was sat in front of food, forgetting about the control he inflicted on me. My tummy rumbled and I licked my lips, watching the man make his way to serve his own portion with a slightly bigger wooden bowl. Ronan's stew considerately sat in front of me, my drool complimenting its pose.