#[asleep]

[huariqueje]

Between Worlds - Ruprecht von Kaufmann , 2024.

German, b. 1974 -

Oil on linoleum , 30 x 40 cm.

[nemfrog]

Fell asleep reading. The fireside sphinx. 1901.

Internet Archive

[nobeerreviews]

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one

-- Jorge Luis Borges

(Biel, Switzerland)

[kafrizzzle]

the sleeperrrrrr

[choke2sleep]

Sleep my buddy….sleeeep. Attila puts Jake to sleep.

[fuckyeahthenotoriousbig]

[zegalba]

Erwin Blumenfeld: Asleep (1938)

[blondebrainpowered]

Evelyn Nesbit as 'The Little Butterfly' portrait on a polar bear-skin rug, 1901

Photographer: Rudolph Eickemeyer

[mrchill]

Manon, end of the day © Chill · +

[huariqueje]

Unknown - Nick Alm , 2023.

Swedish, b . 1985 -

Oil on canvas , 62 x 80 cm.

[kpop-bbg]

[shoujo-dump]

Unmei no Hito ni Deau Hanashi

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 18

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The seat vinyl creaks when Steve sits down next to him. Having come back after dropping Dustin off. Wayne wasn’t expecting him to but here he was. Sitting and playing with the hem of his sweater.

“The kid home?”

Steve nods. Eyes glassy. “How long has Eddie been doing that? Cursing at you.”

Wayne shifts in his seat. “Twice. That I’ve been here at least. Had to take a break after the first time, heard he swore up and down at the nurses. They had to restrain him, so he didn’t pull the IV out.”

Or worse. Eddie’s not a violent person. But in this state, there’s really no telling what he’ll do. He’s still remembering how to be himself again.

Wayne thought that he’d be angrier at them restraining him. He wasn’t though. They had to put their safety first, and he understood that. It was his own hands that have restrained him twice now. Knowing the unusual strength that he has while fighting. All his energy rushing to do so, exhausting him.

Leaving him just like he is now. Sleeping.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to see that,” Steve says softly. “I know it can’t be easy. I barely knew him and I’m upset, I can’t imagine what you’re feeling.”

Wayne doesn’t even know what he’s feeling half the time. He can’t even start to care about how other’s think he’s feeling.

“How did you and him end up together over spring break anyway?” he asks to skirt the conversation. Offering the olive branch he should have extended the first time he realized that Steve knew the real truth.

Steve lets out a long sigh. “It was Dustin really. When the news broke that morning, Dustin and Max came into the shop and convinced us to find Eddie. We did, he told us what happened, and we knew that it was true. Then we went looking to try and find the person who did it.”

“Did you?” The question has depth beyond those two words. Wayne searching the way Steve responds to see if this is the same person that put his boy here. If that person is still a threat to them all.

“Yeah,” he nods. With lingering uncertainty. “If everything went the way we planned, he won’t be coming back.”

It shouldn’t have to have come down to kids. This fight, this hunt, whatever it was, Wayne’s not so sure why it was highschoolers chasing after them. Not the police, or the government. Not like Wayne trusted them in the slightest. It just seemed like a better option than children.

The conversation pauses, both wondering what to say next. Still bridging that gap from acquaintances to friends. If that’s anything close to what they are going to be. Wayne has found friends in unknowing places these last few weeks. People adding him on a roster he never thought he’d be a part of. Supporting him through all of this.

Helping him through the hardest time he’s ever gone through.

“I talked to Dustin, told him to take a break from visiting Eddie for a few days. Told me you said the same.”

“Yeah, I did. The kid pushes himself to do more than he needs to.”

Steve nods, crossing his arms. “I know. I love him to death, but he doesn’t know when to give up. Especially when the people he loves are hurt.”

Another pause.

“I wanted to thank you for being there for him, it’s been helping him a lot.”

There wasn’t a scenario in Wayne’s mind where he would ever not be there for the kid. It was the easiest decision he’s had to make since all of this started.

“It’s no problem. He’s a good kid and I know Eddie cares for him a lot.”

“I do too. He’s like a brother to me and this has been hard for all of us. And, I haven’t been able to be there for him as much as I want to be, with all of the things I’ve gone through since spring break. Your plate hasn’t exactly been empty either. Thank you for taking the time to look out for him. He might not show it, but he’s really grateful that you’re here.”

Wayne can’t help but smile at that.

next part

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[my-midlife-crisis]

Sleepy Don...

The man actually fell asleep on multiple occasions.

[blondebrainpowered]

Simon's Cat by Simon Tofield

[ghost-bison]

the smiths - asleep

sing me to sleep | sing me to sleep | i don't want to wake up on my own anymore | sing to me | sing me me | i don't want to wake up on my own anymore | don't feel bad for me | i want you to know | deep in the cell of my heart | i really want to go