Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 2, 2011 11:56:24 GMT -8
It had been another nightmare.
Mistoffelees wandered around the empty house, past any logical hour, trying to settle himself back down enough to sleep. In some ways the nightmares had been getting better, but he continued to have them from time to time and when he did, they were generally bad.
Getting a glass of water from the kitchen, he sipped it for a while, which didn't work as well as he'd hoped it might. Sighing, he leaned back against the counter again, and wished that at least Coricopat was home, though at this hour if the other tom was home, Misto would also hope he was asleep.
Besides, maybe it was better the mottled tom didn't find out about how bad the nightmares were still, to get him up and moving around this much.
Running a paw through his headfur, he set the glass back on the counter and turned off the light. Living room, hallway, his own bed room... there weren't that many rooms left in the house he hadn't wandered through. For some reason though, he found himself looking in Coricopat's room and pausing. He never went in there, and probably for good reason. Glancing around--which was a silly reaction since Coricopat wasn't actually home, he entered the room, thinking maybe of grabbing a tie out of the closet and hiding it back later. Just the scent the other left behind was comforting.
Instead he found himself sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking over the nightstand smiling faintly. The room looked much more lived in then when he'd first entered this house.
Somewhere between thinking that and the next moment, he fell asleep.
Mistoffelees wandered around the empty house, past any logical hour, trying to settle himself back down enough to sleep. In some ways the nightmares had been getting better, but he continued to have them from time to time and when he did, they were generally bad.
Getting a glass of water from the kitchen, he sipped it for a while, which didn't work as well as he'd hoped it might. Sighing, he leaned back against the counter again, and wished that at least Coricopat was home, though at this hour if the other tom was home, Misto would also hope he was asleep.
Besides, maybe it was better the mottled tom didn't find out about how bad the nightmares were still, to get him up and moving around this much.
Running a paw through his headfur, he set the glass back on the counter and turned off the light. Living room, hallway, his own bed room... there weren't that many rooms left in the house he hadn't wandered through. For some reason though, he found himself looking in Coricopat's room and pausing. He never went in there, and probably for good reason. Glancing around--which was a silly reaction since Coricopat wasn't actually home, he entered the room, thinking maybe of grabbing a tie out of the closet and hiding it back later. Just the scent the other left behind was comforting.
Instead he found himself sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking over the nightstand smiling faintly. The room looked much more lived in then when he'd first entered this house.
Somewhere between thinking that and the next moment, he fell asleep.
