Eddie needed a new bed. This tiny full sized was fine when he was single, but now that you were practically living at the trailer with him things were getting tight.
It was late when you got in. The long shift you worked today kicked your ass but you were grateful for the hours. Right now you needed out of your shoes and uniform and into Eddie's cozy bed.
You didn't bother with the lamp on his bedside table, not wanting him to stir if you could avoid it. Wayne was gone for the night so you striped down in Eddie's room, tossing your things in his hamper before heading to the shower to wash off your day.
Feeling refreshed and sleepy as hell, you lotioned up and threw on the night shirt you kept in Eddie's dresser for nights like these. As you got ready for bed you couldn't help but watch him as he slept peacefully. His chest rising and falling, bare and exposed to the balmy night air. The light snore rumbling from him might've bothered you once but it only reminded you of a softly purring cat. Maybe a distant thunderstorm. Wayne called it a racket, but you'd told him people in glass houses shouldn't throw..bricks
You smiled to yourself as you checked your alarm was set and finally climbed into bed facing Eddie. Feeling the dip in the springs, a half asleep Eddie reached out to pull you closer into his chest. With one arm around your waist and the other under your head, Eddie mumbled something you could barely catch.
"What's that, love," you whisper back.
"You didn't bring the sandwiches. I need two sandwiches."
You could hear the pout in his sleepyvoice and couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up.
"Sandwiches? You told me earlier that Wayne made taquitos." You thought back to the call you made on your last break at work. When Eddie told you that Wayne would leave some of their dinner in a casserole dish for you to heat up if you wanted it.
"Need my sandwiches. Meat. Picnic," Eddie mumbled into your hair before dozing off, softly snoring once again.
"Of course," you giggle under your breath. "Next time I'll bring the sandwiches. My bad, baby." Smiling, you press a kiss to Eddie's chest, his heart a calming rhythm under your cheek.
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Dear HP: I ate jalapeño poppers and got explosive diarreah on a friday night, any remedy for that?
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i woke up like six and half hours ago but i'm literally going to go to bed again and try to get some sleep bc i really really REALLY don't want to fuck up my sleep schedule
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the lesson i should have taken from my bad trip last weekend: weed and psychosis do not mix.
what i actually walked away with: i should get high with a bunch of friends, put on a horror movie, and see who breaks first.
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Very sexy of me to take my meds and have a baby bit of coffee to wake myself up on this fine Saturday.
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me being sick explains the sleep paralysis i had last night it was probably a fever dream lol
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