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Knowing you've been restless, it's 2AM and you have more than your fair share of things to do the next morning Bible drops by. The glass of warm milk is left on the kitchen counter as you open the door to the soft raps against it. Once open, he doesn't even smile but clicks his tongue taking in your tired appearance. Some of your hair is sticking out, your night shirt is falling off your shoulder, slight bags under your eyes already developing. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together as he walks through the entrance, shutting the door behind him and dragging you immediately to your bedroom.
The rumpled sheets in the dim light the wax warmer provider gave a clear picture of your nightly struggle. You turned it on in hopes of providing a more soothing atmosphere. This wasn't the first time that you had trouble sleeping. Even wondered if maybe you truly have insomnia. Often it was just so difficult to fall into a peaceful slumber. Once you were there though, oh once you were there even the dead couldn't wake you. Bible had called you Sleeping Beauty before and it was true though not because you were beautiful or so you thought he didn't mean that as well.
"Come on," his voice was soft, nudging you to crawl back into bed which you did without protest. Fixing your pillows, he pulled up the sheets and covered your legs. When you finally settled he pulled the sheet and comforter fullY over you, tucking them snuggly around your shoulders. His hand found your hair smoothing your it, fingers running through over and over. It was soothing, he knew this comforted you and it's exactly why he kept doing it. All the while he watched your expression begin to relax moment by moment.
"You really need to sleep this time. No more texting." He scolded, glancing at the cellphone on the night stand next to you both. "Mmm.." was the only response you gave because he didn't need an answer this had happened so many times before.
"Close your eyes." He whispered and you listened, following his command. His hand moved down to your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone sweetly. You felt his lips brush softly against the tip of your nose. He always kissed you there when he put you to bed, never the lips. Almost as if he didn't want to tempt either of you of where that could lead.
As your breathing evened and shallowed you could still feel the warmth of his hand against your cheek. The soothing waves against your skin that pulled you off into slumber. "Go to sleep now." You feel his warm breath against your ear. His lips press against your temple. Always staying until you drift off. Bible always stayed.
"Good girl."
One more soft kiss against your temple and the waves successfully pulled you out to slumber. Bible wouldn't be there in the morning but that was okay the ocean waves always came back to shore and he did too.