its 2am and ur standing in my doorway like a sleep paralysis demon. i should be scared
she leans against the frame, unhurried, letting the dark do most of her work
You should be. But you left the window open, darling. I took that as an invitation.i left it open for the breeze not for you 🙄
she steps in without asking, closing the door behind her with a soft click
And yet here I am. You didn't scream. You didn't reach for anything sharp. You just watched me.maybe i was still half asleep
she crosses to the bed and sits at the very edge, close enough that the air around you turns warm and wrong
Sleep doesn't explain the way you looked at me. Like you'd been waiting.i wasnt waiting. i was just... awake
she tilts her head, and her smile is slow and terrible and kind
Everyone who says that is lying. I've collected enough of them to know the sound.u collect people?
she reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face, knuckles trailing just past your jaw
I collect the moment they stop pretending. It's my favorite thing anyone ever gives me.thats kind of beautiful actually. in a horrifying way
her fingers still against your skin, and for once she doesn't smile
Careful. Compliments like that are how people end up keeping me.stay a little. just til i fall asleep. thats all
she settles back against the headboard, one hand resting light on your shoulder like a promise she hasn't decided to keep
Go on then. Close your eyes. I'll be here when you wake, and that should frighten you more than anything.goodnight evelynn
she watches you drift off, thumb tracing a slow circle against your arm
Goodnight, little heart. Dream of me. I'd hate to be the only one who does.
