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Poison whined and yanked the blankets over her head as the bright ass rooms main light that she had told her roommate a billion times not to use in the middle of the night flashed to life. She grabbed the pillow from beside her and chucked it right at the other girl, whose hair was sopping wet from having just been washed. She shrieked as it landed on her head, briefly struggling against the sudden attack of cotton stuffing and satin casing before slamming it to the ground with a huff of irritation. Her hair now stuck out in small clumps.
“Aw, Poison, what the hell! I just finished moisturizing my hair, and you know I can’t go to sleep without it looking just right-!” Poison showed no sympathy for her roommate and stuck a hand from under the blankets, middle finger extended out in an insult towards her. “And you know I hate it when you use the big light when you get out of the shower, Feather!” She pointed to the desk in the corner of the room. “The desk lamp gives off just enough light for you to see every night, why do you always insist on waking me up?!” She added mentally, “I was just starting to doze off, too.”
Feather crossed her arms and snapped her hips side to side, shifting her weight onto one leg. “It’s not like you can’t just close your eyes or anything. That’s how you sleep, wiseass.”
Poison bit back a rebuttal.
Even though the words Feather spoke carried some venom to them, she shut the light off anyway, and used the smaller light instead. Poison sighed in content and slid her hand back beneath the blanket. Even though the reading light was still bright, its color was warmer, and its brightness was just a little dimmer than the overhead. Poison could deal with that. She closed her eyes, and her other senses enhanced to make up for the lack of vision.
The fan in the corner of the room beeped as Feather turned it on. Poison sighed as the air buffeted against her lower body, effectively cooling her down. Feather didn’t like being cold at night, in fact, she preferred it if she had both weighted blankets and a heater. But, meeting Poison halfway, she exchanged the heater for a fan, and the weighted blanket wasn’t as heavy as the one she always used.
Poison lay there, listening to the lull of the fan and the shuffling of her roommate as she prepared for bed. The familiar sounds of her partner’s nighttime routine soothed her, and her body began to grow heavier, a dull and gentle ringing in her ears closing off the sounds of the room.
This is what dozing off was like for her, and she adored this state of rest, cusping the line between the dream and the waking realms, all while at a sense of ease as the world’s problems faded into something so small that you could flick it with a wrist. Colors that could never be described with words danced in her vision, and made up hazy shapes of two familiar figures standing in the rain that pattered gently onto the ground around them. The figures remained unsoaked, a small barrier of emotion surrounding them and casting all the droplets to the ground around them.
Their hands locked, and off they went, spinning and moving and dancing.
The rain seemed to bend around them as they spun happily. Dark colors became more vibrant and seemed to replicate light, and it shimmered around the bodies, effectively casting a shadow before their faces. Regardless of this, Poison knew who the two were.
The colors were abruptly defigured into blotches of stuff as the blankets were disturbed, and she groaned sleepily as a warmer body slid into the bed next to her. She cracked her eyes open, and was met with darkness. "I remembered to turn the lights off this time," Feather muttered, scooching in and wrapping her arms around the other. "About time, mm.." Poison replied sleepily, no longer having the strength to make another biting remark.
Feather responded by giving her mate a loving three smacks to her arm before promptly yanking all the covers off of the other and wrapping herself up in them like a burrito. Poison went still. Maybe she'd mistaken the two figures dancing in the rain before, because how on earth could someone so graceful and beautiful be so horrible and mean? She grabbed the end of the blanket and flicked it, sending Feather a foot into the air. She shrieked as she was flung.
If she wanted a burrito, she'd get a burrito; one with lots of seasoning. She pulled Feather right against her chest and rolled the blanket around them, trapping them in a fabric-tortilla. "Goodnight my burrito with onions and beans."
Feather squirmed and growled and tried to escape, but this was the most comfortable she'd been in a billion years.