Quiet the Nightmare

The rustling sound began waking Evelyna from her sleep but the sudden pressure from something crawling under the blanket caused the blanket to get tossed in the air as she rolled over. “Barnaby!” Evelyna shouted as the tension dropped from her shoulders. “What are you doing?”

Barnaby wrapped his arms around Evelyna as he came to lay on her on stomach. “Nothing,” Barnaby said as he tried to stay under the blanket.

Evelyna’s hands caught his cheeks enough to make a fish face. She saw the puffiness under his eyes which also had a slight pink to their edges. His skin felt moist in her hands. A sigh escaped her lips. “B..It happened again didn’t it?” Evelyna suggested as she began playing with Barnaby’s saggy bedhead.

Barnaby tried to shake his head in Evelyna hands. “No,” Barnaby almost pouted as he pulled his head out of her hands. He put his head on her stomach. “You don’t care?” Barnaby tried to state but doubt crept in. His hands tightened as they completed the circle around Evelyna. He did not notice but Evelyna caught his shoulder shake a little.

Evelyna stroked Barnaby’s back. “Like you mind,” Evelyna tried to play back. Barnaby’s head finally turned up and met eyes with her. “Come on. I know your preference,” Evelyna suggested as she touched her collar bone.

Barnaby scooted up till his ear finally rested over Evelyna’s heart. “Its just as squishy up here anyway,” Baranby muttered as he came into final placement.

“And this is fuzzy,” Evelyna said as she rustled his hair again. Barnaby leaned in as he felt her arms came around him. Her nose buried itself in his hair. One hand stroked his back while the other pulled the blanket up. She kissed his head. “Good night B,” Evelyna said. She thought that would be the end of it. He has fallen asleep on chest before. Usually curled to her back though, whichever way he could hear her heartbeat. Something about it let him sleep through the night. But this time there was still a little restless movement in his shoulders. “Yes, B?” Evelyna asked as she scanned his position again.

“Can you keep talking for a little bit?”

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

“No. You. Just you talk; about anything,” Barnaby said.

“Okay,” Evelyna said. This was something new. The two had spent the last month together because of an accident at her apartment but this was something he never asked of her even before she moved in. “Than I will tell you the story of the golden bunny,” Evelyna began. She felt him move on her. He was scowling when she looked down. “You wanted me to talk so I get to pick!” Evelyna countered. Barnaby put his head back down as she began her tale.