Trip Down Memory Lane

Sleep Tights and Restless Nights chapter 21

Virgil's POV

     "If you don't feel comfortable leaning on my shoulder, you don't have to, teach." Logan looked up at me, lifting his head off my shoulder slightly. "I am actually... pretty comfortable. Just this tingling pit has formed at the bottom of my stomach." My eyes went wide and I blushed. "Do you have a crush on me?" Logan crinkled his eyebrows and scrunched his nose. "No, it just feels weird that I am "snuggling" someone. Patton and I where "an item" when he was still alive, if that is how you use the term. I am still holding onto him. Even if I did have a crush on you, I would not think I can move on just yet."

     I gave a soft smile to Logan as he turned his head again to face the television. "I understand. I know Between everyone and everything that has been going on, it has been a long day for you. Why don't you try to get some sleep?" Logan then sat up and turned towards the door. "You are... probably right. I should be heading to bed. If I do not get to bed, I am sure Thomas has some small tasks for me to do so I can keep myself occupied."

     "Logan, I thought you would like to... sleep in here with me?" I proposed it more of a question than as a statement. Logan sighed and walked over to me, sitting on the side of the bed and holding my hand. "I would love too, but right now, I feel more comfortable sleeping in my room. Plus, being in our room helps our auras, and I recommend you going to your room." I looked up at Logan and nodded, followed by a yawn. 

     I got off the bed. With one step, I wasn't touching the ground anymore. I was so scared, I started to freak out. "Virgil don't be scared, it is only me." I looked to my left to see Logan carrying me bridal style. I dug myself deep into his arms until my head was resting comfortably on his shoulder. He undid my covers and slid me underneath them, tucking me in tight. 

     "Good night, Virgil." I turned onto my right side, which had me facing the door and Logan. "Good night, Lo." Logan looked down and sighed at the name. Dang it! I forgot that was Patton's nickname for him. It was probably not the best idea to call him that. 

     "I am so sorry, that was very inconsiderate of me. I..." "Virgil, you're fine. You're tired anyway. Just... go to sleep. I will see you in the morning." Logan than leaned in and planted a kiss on my forehead, moving my bangs back in the process and turned around, closing the door in the process.

     I was tired, but not sleep tired, I was more burned out kind of tired. I then went to my desk to sit down and draw. It is then I realized that I had forgot my music box back in Patton's room along with my giraffe, so either way I would be heading back.

     I walked down the hall back to Patton's room and opened the door. Everything was now black and white and the air was colder than it was in Chicago when Thomas visited in February. With each step I took into the room, it got warmer and warmer, as if my presents was giving it life. I quickly grabbed my belongings that I had left in there and I walked right back out. 

     I ran to my room and shut the door before I could be seen by anyone. I slid against my closed door and snuggled into my giraffe.  He still smelled like my old room. It is kinda weird how fabric in the shape of an animal could have such a connection with people. I took another big whiff of the material. It smelled so good. 

     I went back to my desk and propped the giraffe on the light stand. I pulled out my sketch book and I drew Patton. Countless illustrations of Patton. I drew Patton in his onesie, Patton with a flower crown, a female version of Patton in a ballet tutu, a female version of Patton in a wedding dress. I went to town using my thoughts to create these. In the morning, I'll share them with the group. We must discuss some kind of... memorial for Patton. Or some kind of get together with a fancy dinner of some sort in his honor. 

     We could maybe put my art on a bulletin board and have it displayed. I am sure Patton would be proud of me.  I hope he is proud of me. By the time I had stopped drawing, I had filled up almost my whole sketch book with pictures of Patton or Patton enjoying an activity with each individual side. Then, there was a picture of all of us in onesies, even Deceit and Remus. Well... Remus was nude, but every one else was in a onesie. 

     I flipped through all of my drawings, getting a drag of the smell of the pages and the colored pencils. On some drawings, I even used oil pastel, and that had an extremely strong scent. I put down my sketch book and grabbed my giraffe. I walked fumbled to my bed and lied back down. I softly closed my eyes and snuggled into my giraffe, only to hear my alarm go off 2 minutes later.