daniel and nash (as adults!) (-ish)
Nash is talking in his sleep and I'm awake and I'm listening to him. He does this sometimes, although I hardly ever understand the words - the first time he and Megan shared a bed he woke her up mumbling about something or other, and she freaked out because she couldn't understand him. I don't mind. I might be more used to it, and I might be a heavier sleeper than Megan. Except right now, because I'm awake and Nash is asleep, which is the way it usually is, me being more of a morning person and him being more of a late sleeper.
It's not dawn yet, and it's dark in my room, and I can't see him well but I don't have to. I know what he looks like, his hair everywhere and glitter in a sticky line across his cheek. It takes a very secure man to wear glitter, Neil says. I think it just takes a minute in Megan's bathroom, and a minute to steal her lip gloss.
I want to wake him up, ask him what he's dreaming about, what he's saying. I should let him sleep. I know he's busy at the lab and teaching and researching for other people, and he came over here late after some punk show and woke me up. He paced around my room and told me about bands I've never heard of and the couple of hours he spent stage-diving and moshing, getting beer spilled on him, bumming cigarettes off a tiny, cute punk girl with an ouroborous tattooed on the side of her skull. Nash always smells like smoke after nights like this, cigarette smoke and sweat and sometimes beer and sometimes dry-ice machines. He paced back and forth and said he came over because he wanted to talk to me, he wanted to see me, he wanted me, he just wanted me. Energy to burn, what did I think?
I think I can't argue with him sometimes. I think I'd rather let him fuck me and later lie next to him in bed, me awake and him talking in his sleep. I think I want to wake him up, like he woke me up, except not for sex, but just because I can, and because i want to.
Wake up. Wake up.
Whu...?
Hey.
What?
Nothing. You were talking in your sleep. I thought I'd warn you before you gave away any state secrets.
I can't give away what I don't know. Can I go back to sleep? I'm knackered.
"Knackered."
It means "fucking exhausted" in British. Valery's developing an affectation.
I know what it means.
You're a nutter, McKenna. I'm going back to sleep.
Ok.
And once again he's asleep and I'm awake, only he's not talking to himself any more, and the only sound is him breathing into my pillow.
It's not dawn yet, and it's dark in my room, and I can't see him well but I don't have to. I know what he looks like, his hair everywhere and glitter in a sticky line across his cheek. It takes a very secure man to wear glitter, Neil says. I think it just takes a minute in Megan's bathroom, and a minute to steal her lip gloss.
I want to wake him up, ask him what he's dreaming about, what he's saying. I should let him sleep. I know he's busy at the lab and teaching and researching for other people, and he came over here late after some punk show and woke me up. He paced around my room and told me about bands I've never heard of and the couple of hours he spent stage-diving and moshing, getting beer spilled on him, bumming cigarettes off a tiny, cute punk girl with an ouroborous tattooed on the side of her skull. Nash always smells like smoke after nights like this, cigarette smoke and sweat and sometimes beer and sometimes dry-ice machines. He paced back and forth and said he came over because he wanted to talk to me, he wanted to see me, he wanted me, he just wanted me. Energy to burn, what did I think?
I think I can't argue with him sometimes. I think I'd rather let him fuck me and later lie next to him in bed, me awake and him talking in his sleep. I think I want to wake him up, like he woke me up, except not for sex, but just because I can, and because i want to.
Wake up. Wake up.
Whu...?
Hey.
What?
Nothing. You were talking in your sleep. I thought I'd warn you before you gave away any state secrets.
I can't give away what I don't know. Can I go back to sleep? I'm knackered.
"Knackered."
It means "fucking exhausted" in British. Valery's developing an affectation.
I know what it means.
You're a nutter, McKenna. I'm going back to sleep.
Ok.
And once again he's asleep and I'm awake, only he's not talking to himself any more, and the only sound is him breathing into my pillow.