These keep getting shorter and shorter, which is unintentional on my part, I swear.
IV: Easy
Pete, Patrick, 147 words
back to bed
If there's an art to falling asleep in strange beds, Patrick has certainly mastered it. Pete would like for his friend to pass on some of his wise, wise slumbering knowledge because Patrick is currently under deep and and easy while Pete is awake early on a Sunday morning. He's struggling though Patrick's aunt's copy of Mrs. Dalloway he found in the bedside table, along with some dusty smelling talcum powder and a ceramic bird that's missing an eye. Patrick twitches slightly in his sleep, murmuring nonsense words into the rumpled bed sheets. Pete is hit with a wave of gladness that he didn't rub the talcum powder into Patrick's hair, which was his initial instinct before finding the old novel. Pete would read a hundred thousand books written by deceased lesbians if it meant he could share a bed with Patrick that much longer.