Post by Rafael Wolfe on Feb 21, 2022 11:18:20 GMT -5
He placed his head softly down on his freshly fluffed pillow and stared up at the dark ceiling. His hair sprawled out across the navy blue pillowcase as it was being taken by waves at sea. It was a hard thing for Raf to fall asleep every night with Veronica on the brain. If the woman wasn't a lycan he would think she was a witch she had placed a spell on his heart it had all started with one look but the more he got to know Vernica the more hidden spaces in her mind were consumed . His feelings for her crept into his brain like tendrils finding his dreams for the future and implanting themselves like barnacles to never let go. His chiseled chest raised and fell with every breath and with each breath he mind kept ticking on wondering what Veronica was doing if she was even awake or if she was just sitting around thinking about him too.
Rolling over Raf picked up his phone which he had placed down on his nightstand before climbing into bed. He flicked on the antique brass lamp that sat upon a wooden table beside his bed. The soft white light lit up the room softly enough for him to see the seafoam green paint that he had chosen to paint his walls after he moved in. He pulled his body into a more seated position, getting more comfortable to look at his phone. Clicking the side button on his phone he looked at the clock, it was nearly midnight now and he knew he might not get a response from her at all if she was sleeping but he opened his contact list and found Veronica, name and hover over it for a few moments. Before typing a quick message.
I know it's nearly midnight, but I can't stop thinking about you. I've been laying in bed for almost an hour trying to sleep but I can't get you out of my head. Are you awake?
He placed his phone down on his sheets, and reached for his glass of water and lifted it to his lips. There were only a few drops left, sighing, he got up and headed down stairs to refill his glass. His place wasn't anything special, it was already furnished by his uncle who had regularly rented the space out as a bed and breakfast. for extra income before he needed a hand around the shop because he had become ill. The only changes Raf had made was the paint color in his room and the fifty gallon fish tank that held a small group of saltwater fish. He loved the sea and anything to do with it so the tiny brightly coloured fish often lightened up his moon. Walking past the tank he places his hand onto the facet letting it run to get colder before placing his glass under the endless stream to fill it up. Turning off the tap, he headed back up to his room to see if he had gotten a response.
Rolling over Raf picked up his phone which he had placed down on his nightstand before climbing into bed. He flicked on the antique brass lamp that sat upon a wooden table beside his bed. The soft white light lit up the room softly enough for him to see the seafoam green paint that he had chosen to paint his walls after he moved in. He pulled his body into a more seated position, getting more comfortable to look at his phone. Clicking the side button on his phone he looked at the clock, it was nearly midnight now and he knew he might not get a response from her at all if she was sleeping but he opened his contact list and found Veronica, name and hover over it for a few moments. Before typing a quick message.
I know it's nearly midnight, but I can't stop thinking about you. I've been laying in bed for almost an hour trying to sleep but I can't get you out of my head. Are you awake?
He placed his phone down on his sheets, and reached for his glass of water and lifted it to his lips. There were only a few drops left, sighing, he got up and headed down stairs to refill his glass. His place wasn't anything special, it was already furnished by his uncle who had regularly rented the space out as a bed and breakfast. for extra income before he needed a hand around the shop because he had become ill. The only changes Raf had made was the paint color in his room and the fifty gallon fish tank that held a small group of saltwater fish. He loved the sea and anything to do with it so the tiny brightly coloured fish often lightened up his moon. Walking past the tank he places his hand onto the facet letting it run to get colder before placing his glass under the endless stream to fill it up. Turning off the tap, he headed back up to his room to see if he had gotten a response.
