Freddy woke up the next morning with white cotton sheets wrapped lightly
and carefree across his warm body. This time he had every recollection of
what had happened the night before. With a smirk, he came to full
consciousness.
"In my dream, I'm off and running to a place that's out of view. Of every kind of memory...with strings that tie to you. I know it's either them or me, so I'll bury every clue. And every kind of memory, with strings that tie to you." A hand with black glittery fingernails raked through the side of his messy blonde hair, traipse down the side of his face and to his neck. Freddy gave a sleepy groan, and stretched his feet out. They meet with a tiny pair of feet, which he wrapped around his ankles with a grin.
"Don't sing that." Freddy instructed groggily.
"How come?"
"It's too sad."
"What about this?" There was a pause, where the only sound besides their steady breathing was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, and every time a second passed the sound cut through the air like a lightning bolt. Every moment needed to stay for twice as long as Freddy was concerned. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. Oh don't you know dear how much I love you?"
"Oh please don't take my sunshine away." The last of the song was buried as the drummer had leaned into her neck, and did nothing but breath softly on it for a while.
"Shit, shit, my phone is vibrating." The sheets began to rustle and there was a cold breeze as their cottony goodness was suddenly gone. Freddy pulled the sheets up to his chest, grabbed the body and it fell back on the bed with a laugh.
"Freddy! It could be important!" Freddy shook his head, giving a genuine grin. One of those John-Mayer-music-video grins.
"Nothing is more important than this." He said through a smiling mouth. Freddy looked down, running his fingers delicately over the loop earrings, both which held tiny red dice. He spun them around and then smiled, tracing his fingers over the freckled face which rested below him.
"Mmmm...I agree." Freddy kissed her softly.
"So, Molly," He paused to kiss her neck. "What happens now?"
"In my dream, I'm off and running to a place that's out of view. Of every kind of memory...with strings that tie to you. I know it's either them or me, so I'll bury every clue. And every kind of memory, with strings that tie to you." A hand with black glittery fingernails raked through the side of his messy blonde hair, traipse down the side of his face and to his neck. Freddy gave a sleepy groan, and stretched his feet out. They meet with a tiny pair of feet, which he wrapped around his ankles with a grin.
"Don't sing that." Freddy instructed groggily.
"How come?"
"It's too sad."
"What about this?" There was a pause, where the only sound besides their steady breathing was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway, and every time a second passed the sound cut through the air like a lightning bolt. Every moment needed to stay for twice as long as Freddy was concerned. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. Oh don't you know dear how much I love you?"
"Oh please don't take my sunshine away." The last of the song was buried as the drummer had leaned into her neck, and did nothing but breath softly on it for a while.
"Shit, shit, my phone is vibrating." The sheets began to rustle and there was a cold breeze as their cottony goodness was suddenly gone. Freddy pulled the sheets up to his chest, grabbed the body and it fell back on the bed with a laugh.
"Freddy! It could be important!" Freddy shook his head, giving a genuine grin. One of those John-Mayer-music-video grins.
"Nothing is more important than this." He said through a smiling mouth. Freddy looked down, running his fingers delicately over the loop earrings, both which held tiny red dice. He spun them around and then smiled, tracing his fingers over the freckled face which rested below him.
"Mmmm...I agree." Freddy kissed her softly.
"So, Molly," He paused to kiss her neck. "What happens now?"