Prompt: "You are my new pillow."
I walk out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my hair. Michael is already in bed, covered with the duvet and tapping away on his laptop. I sit at my dresser and begin my skincare routine.
‘What is that? Is that new?’ I hear his voice behind me. I look up and meet his eyes in the mirror.
‘Yeah. Rose oil. How did you know?’ I answer, holding up the bottle.
‘I can smell it all the way over here.’ He says, and goes back to to his work. I stick my tongue out at him and haul myself to the bed, too tired to argue. Laying my head on the pillow, I look up at him. His dark brows are slightly furrowed as he focuses on the screen. His stubble is visible and I have a very strong urge to scratch it. I sigh loudly, looking at him from beneath my eyelashes. Huh. No response.
‘I’m soo tired,’ I drawl, stretching my arms and peeking at him from the side. He continues typing away, completely oblivious. ‘Michael. Michael. Michaaeell,’ I singsong.
‘Just a sec, babe,’ he mutters. I pout, and reach over to him. I put an arm around his stomach. Still no response. I inch closer and put my head under his arm, peeking out to see the screen.
‘Babe, just give me a minute,’ he says, angling his arm so I can rest my head on his bicep. I turn over and rest my head on his stomach while twisting my body, so that I am not only lying perpendicularly on the bed with legs dangling off the side, I am also effectively blocking his view of the computer.
‘I hereby decree that you are my new pillow,’ I say, declaring myself the winner as he sighs and closes the laptop. He twists suddenly and presses a kiss onto my forehead.
‘Little attention seeker,’ he mutters, trailing kisses from my temple to my chin.
‘Little?’ I sit up and cross my arms. ‘I am not little.’
‘No,’ he shakes his head. ‘You are tiny.’ He reaches across and pulls me to his chest. ‘So tiny, I want to hide you in here forever.’
‘Forever is an abstract concept,’ I say into his shirt.
‘Okay, until morning then,’ he says, burying his nose in my hair. I sigh contentedly wrapping my arms around his torso, letting out a yawn. ‘Time to sleep,’ he orders, turning me and laying me down ever so gently and turning off the bedside lamp.
‘Hug?’ I pout in the darkness. I feel his arms snake around me from behind as his stubble scratches my cheek and he pulls my back into his stomach. He presses a kiss into my neck.
‘Good night, little spoon.’
‘Mmm, g’night babe.’
