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"Heeey..." You feel one of the blankets you're cocooned in get moved away from your face and a gentle hand cups your cheek. "Hey, kiddo, it's time to wake up." Their voice is far softer than usual but just as soothing.
You take a moment to take in your surrondings. You're in a small tent on your bedroom floor of your new home. Even though it's on the floor the tent isn't super uncomfortable. Seeing as you have plenty of pillows, various blankets, and a comforter between you and the floor, it's far from it actually! You're so comfortable and the bedding is so soft that you only respond with is a displeased grunt as you snuggle farther into the fluffy blankets you're wrapped up in and the stuffed animal in your arms.
You hear Florence sigh. "I know, you can go right back to sleep after you eat lunch."
You turn it over in your mind for a moment before you give an answer. Finally, you decide that even though it sounds nice, especially as your tummy does sort of hurt, sleep's beckoning is far more enticing at the moment. "Mmm, not hungry."
"Yeah, you said that about breakfast too... C'mon, it'll be real quick! I just made us some mac-n-cheese."
Hm, with how unthreatening of a meal it is, it sure is tempting. You shuffle around a little bit before sitting up.
"There we go!" Her cheerful tone slips back into her voice as it loses some of it's softness. "Do you want me to bring it here?"
Now, this is, in theory, a very good proposition considering how deeply your reasoning for not wanting food was tied to not wanting to get out of your comfy sleeping spot; however, the thought of Florence simply leaving now that you're awake while you'll have to stay awake and wait for them.... well, it certainly doesn't sweeten the deal any. With this in mind, you shake your head and start to untangle yourself from your snuggly cocoon to leave your cozy little nest.
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After lunch, which went quite well, you ask to hang out with Florence in her room. You did this as you like their company and find that their presence tends to make you feel happier and safer.
You get situated on her bed and start scrolling through your phone as she starts setting things up at her desk to record the next section of her video. You don't really remember what this newest video is going to be about; you know it's something Minecraft related but almost all of their videos are.
She says something to the affect of "Just be quite while I'm filming, alright?" just like she's told you like a bajillion times before.
Since you see Florence waiting for a response out of the corner of your eye you give them a thumbs up and mutter something affirmative as you keep most of your focus on reading the post on your screen.
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Eventually, your scrolling is put to an end by the typed out words on your face-flashlight becomeing too taxxing for you to read. You turn off your phone as there's nothing else for you to do on it. (Seeing as you left your headphones in your room, and you don't feel like going to get them right now, so you don't see the point in trying to watch videos.) You curl up : pulling your knees to your chest. Right now there's this empty, drowzy feeling nagging at your chest. Simply put, you want your mom. It's more complicated than that though; you want them to talk to you untill it all goes away, to hug you untill it all goes away, to just give you her affection (whether it be through words or touch) untill it all goes away. You just want this icky feeling to go away. Well, and you want your mom.
You hear them; they're so, so close. Florence is right there, but her attention is elsewhere. Obviously you're not mad at them for that; you just wish their attention was on you. You're craving the attention of your mother like a much younger child would.
So, you sit... and you wait.
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You sit and wait for what feels like forever but is realistically not even a whole hour before she finally starts to wrap up the recording.
They sigh in such a manner that's at least slightly over the top. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm knackered!" Seemingly, she's useing an exaggerated tone to make suggesting you leave her room sound less harsh. Regardless, it fills you with dread.
You kind of feel like crying, but you try to put that to the side and push your words out in a steady voice. "Can you read me a story first?"
They look slightly confused but nod anyway. "Uh, sure! I don't see why not." Florence gives you a reassuring smile before getting up from her seat and offering you a hand.
Once you take their hand (which was mostly offerend with the intent to help you get up), the tightness throughout your body loosens the littlest bit. You stumble a bit getting up and walking but she doesn't seem to mind.
Slowly and patiently, you're guided out of her room and into yours.
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They read a random chapter of some book they grabbed off of your shelf as you're held close to them while your favorite blankie is draped over you. All of your mean thoughts and feelings are swept away by your mother gently running her fingers your hair as she continues reading.
You're barely awake when they carefully escape your bed. Before she leaves, Florence plants a small kiss to the top of your head and after that you just let the sleepiness overtake you.
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