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The hinges of Dream’s bedroom door squeak slightly as Sapnap slowly opens it. He tiptoes across the room towards the bed, trying not to make any noise.
He looks around for the phone, finding it lying on the edge of the bed, Dream curled up around it. Quietly, he unlocks it and presses the button to end the space.
After ending it, Sapnap takes a minute to sit and admire how beautiful his boyfriend looks, absolutely glowing from the small ray of light peeking in from behind the curtains. Hair like strands of the purest gold, cheeks slightly red from the fever.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sapnap begins ronning his fingers through Dream’s hair gently. “Hey baby,” he coos.
Dream mumbles something, reaching his hand up to grab Sapnap’s.
“What was that?”
“Time s’it?” he drawls, voice deepened with sleep.
“It’s 10 in the morning, you fell asleep doing a twitter space so I came in here to end it. I didn’t want you to say anything yourself in your sleep.”
“Mmkay.”
“Are you okay though? Do you need anything? Water, snack?”
“No. ‘M fine.”
“Alright. Goodnight, sleep well.” Sapnap stands to leave the room.
“No,” Dream whines, pulling on Sapnap’s arm, tugging him back to the bed.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Can you stay? Please.”
“But you’re sick sweetheart.”
“I don’ care. Stay.”
“Okay.”
Sapnap pries Dream’s hand off his wrist, and crawls over his legs onto the other side of the bed, lifting up the blankets and getting underneath them.
“Love you,” Dream mumbles once Sapnap had curled up to his back.
“I love you too,” Sapnap says, throwing an arm over Dream’s waist. “Now go to sleep.”