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— Ah!
Doi sat up, waking up from a nightmare...again.
He couldn't move, it was as if he was paralyzed with fear. There was a lump in his throat, which made Doi swallow convulsively. His hands and feet were cold.
This time he dreamed of his lamp singing about dreams until he drowned in a black liquid.
It was so real!
Sweat was rolling down from his forehead, and his heart was beating at a furious speed.
Lately, Doi often has nightmares, after which he cannot sleep.
Inhale, exhale — as Harry taught.
The boy did not dare to touch his lamp from the nightmare. Instead, he got out of bed and left the room, listening to the silence. Doi was afraid that some object would speak and his dream would become a reality.
He closed the door behind him and tiptoed down the corridor to his foster parents' room. The creaking floor gave him away. When he reached the end, Doi stood at the door in mute silence, he clenched his fingers into fists. The boy did not dare to go inside, but it was scary to return to the room. He will never fall asleep while this lamp is near!
Gathering his courage, he slipped into the room. Approaching the double bed, Doi knelt down, standing close to his sleeping father.
Robin was sleeping on his left side with his mouth slightly open and a quiet sniff.
He whispered cautiously:
— Robin.
But, it seems, he continued to sleep soundly. Robin's breathing also remained even. Then Doi poked him in the cheek with his finger and whispered again:
—...Dad?
And again. One more time.
Until Robin's eyebrows furrowed and he mumbled something about bees. He changed the sleeping position.
— You... um..Do you mind if I sleep with you? No? - but Doi did not receive an answer, his father also continued to sleep soundly. — I'll just lie down gently next to you, okay? I won't move much, I promise.
He stood on the edge of the bed with one foot, and stepped over Robin with the other, lying down between him and Harry. He did it as slowly as possible so as not to wake them up.
Despite the tightness, Doi felt safe. He liked sleeping with them.
With that thought, he could finally close his eyes.
***
Morning came.
The rays of the warm but irritating sun that had made their way into the room fell on the closed eyelids. Harry opened his eyes and blinked at the bright light that came from the window. The rays of the sun made their way through the frosted stretch curtains, illuminating the room.
He wanted to turn over on the other side, but he felt an obstacle in front of him.
— Robin, move.
However, no one answered him. With a heavy and obviously dissatisfied sigh, he still opened one eye.
In front of Harry, as if in a cocoon, Doi lay wrapped in a blanket and stared at him intently.
— Hello-o! - he drawled contentedly.
— Oh. Hi. - Harry smiled. The free hand automatically reached out to the slightly pounding temple, gently massaging in circular movements. He noticed that his husband was not there.
Rising up, Doi abruptly threw the blanket into the corner of the bed:
— Robin promised pancakes! I love pancakes.
Harry sat up with his eyelids stuck together and his red hair tangled after a restless sleep:
— Yeah, I'm so hungry. Don't you want to come down?
— Wait a second, I wanted to draw at breakfast. I'll just get the pencils. - the boy got off the bed and hurriedly left the room, as if he was late somewhere.
Harry stretched, stretching his arms up. He got out of bed.
The weather outside the window was quite acceptable, if you do not take into account the morning coolness, which according to the weather forecast should not have been in sight. But people who have been going about their planned business with frowning faces since early morning did not worry about this.
— I'm ready.
Harry paid attention to him. Doi was standing in the aisle with a set of pencils, recently given for Christmas, and paper.
— Cool, let's go. he stroked the child's head. They went down the stairs together.
In the warm kitchen there is an exciting appetite, delicious aroma. The frying pan on which the pancakes were fried has not had time to cool down yet, so the smell of freshly cooked food sharply hits the nostrils.
— There you are. - Robin was sitting at the table, reading a new newspaper. There was a fragrant cup of coffee next to him. — Don't flatter yourself too much, I was just in a good mood.
Doi sat down energetically on a chair, arranging the pencils in a certain order.
— Of course. - Harry moved closer to his husband, kissing him quickly, but insistently and tenderly.
The witch's lips are sweet and a little sticky.
— «He's obviously already tried pancakes,» - an absurd thought flashes in his head, and he hurried to hide a grin and went to the stove.
— I had a crazy nightmare. - Doi suddenly said, catching the eyes of his foster parents on him. — My lamp sang, talked about dreams.
— A dream in a dream? An interesting paradox. - Robin turned back to the newspaper.
He was distracted from drawing.
— You don't understand, it was terrible. And you weren't really you. You looked different! And Harry looked different. And even me!
Harry comes up with two plates.
— In any case, nightmares can't really do any harm. And you can always come to us.
— That's exactly what he's doing.
— Shut up. Here. - his father puts a plate in front of Doi. The spicy smell of pancakes was intertwined with the smell of strawberry syrup.
— Yummy! - he exclaimed, taking one pancake in his hand and continued to draw. The nightmare no longer bothered him so much, but he would like to sketch it.
Harry sits down next.
Usually, at such a time, both his fathers talk about various boring adult affairs. Doi didn't really listen to them until he looked at his watch:
— Hey, what time is it?
— If you want to catch Grolton and Howris, then you should start thi–...
He does not have time to finish, as the boy takes off, almost dropping his chair.
Doi just loves this show!
He sits down in front of the screen and picks up the remote.
Robin was putting an empty mug on the table:
— Don't sit so close, otherwise your head will explode! Remember?
— Yep. - he answers, without moving from his place.
After finishing breakfast, Harry was about to get up from the table when he noticed an unfinished drawing.
— Look at this. It's like us. Maybe he was talking about it? - he holds it out so the other one can look too.
— Well, no, it's stupid. I don't look a bit like a duck.
— He's got your jacket. - the husband notices.
— And what? No resemblance.
Harry grins:
— Well, maybe it's because of your nose? Or is it because you sometimes have a nasal twang?
— At least I'm wearing clothes, you stupid mop. - Robin points indignantly at the red blob.
He snatches the drawing from his hands and hangs it on the refrigerator with the others.
There are a lot of them and they are all about Doi's dreams. Who knows when these nightmares will pass?
Harry comes up from behind and puts his head on Robin's shoulder, touching nose to his neck. Robin turns head, involuntarily touching his warm cheek with her lips. His hand reaches out to his long red hair, gently winding a strand behind his ear. Harry closes his eyes.
Only intermittent breathing in silence and the intoxicating aroma of cooling pancakes.