beyond_buffy
I sighed as I gazed over at the bed. Willow had been sleeping for over 15 hours. I had no idea what happened last night, she crept in late and has been practically passed out on the bed ever since. I even got up early to make pancakes, which were now cold.
"Willow," I whispered in her ear, "Baby, wake up. It's almost 3'oclock"
I've been worried about her, she's been staying up late, looking drained. She's just been working extra hard in the new department I suppose, but I think it's stressing her out.
I sat on the edge of the bed with her, rubbing her leg nervously. I hope she would get up soon. It was Sunday, and tommorow we had work.
"Willow, please," I murmured, "We can go out or something. Do you want me to get you anything?"
She just pulled the comforter over her head. I groaned a little and got up and headed back to the smallish kitchen, dumping the ice-cold pancakes into the trash. I had eaten hours ago. I couldn't keep still, I kept pacing around and cleaning things nervously-- I was just so worried about Willow. Maybe she just had a cold, I should really calm down. But I couldn't. I couldn't stand not knowing what was up with her.
I slumped onto the big comfy couch and picked up a magazine, flicking through the pages, but not really reading anything at all. I would just have to wait.
"Willow," I whispered in her ear, "Baby, wake up. It's almost 3'oclock"
I've been worried about her, she's been staying up late, looking drained. She's just been working extra hard in the new department I suppose, but I think it's stressing her out.
I sat on the edge of the bed with her, rubbing her leg nervously. I hope she would get up soon. It was Sunday, and tommorow we had work.
"Willow, please," I murmured, "We can go out or something. Do you want me to get you anything?"
She just pulled the comforter over her head. I groaned a little and got up and headed back to the smallish kitchen, dumping the ice-cold pancakes into the trash. I had eaten hours ago. I couldn't keep still, I kept pacing around and cleaning things nervously-- I was just so worried about Willow. Maybe she just had a cold, I should really calm down. But I couldn't. I couldn't stand not knowing what was up with her.
I slumped onto the big comfy couch and picked up a magazine, flicking through the pages, but not really reading anything at all. I would just have to wait.