Graceona
I sat on the love seat after Yazoo left for his date. Kadaj and Loz left to do their things. I sighed, finally finding time to relax after the crazy day that I had. Kourtney was asleep in her bed. I looked at the television as the cartoon that once played was now on the news station. Since the events of the reunion, and the city being free, the news had lost its excitement; I watched the weather woman attempt to give the weather half the time they had never gotten it right. I leaned back into the couch; I know I needed to get to bed for work tomorrow. But work had been the last thing on my mind today. I was with my family, my husband. For a month, all I did was eat, sleep and work. Growing bored with the false laughter of those on the television screen, I decided I had enough as I turned the television off. Leonard hadn't come back downstairs when he and Yazoo had left earlier, he had probably called it a night, after the bumpy road of a month he had during the divorce, I decided that I too should call it a night as I stood up throwing the remote on the couch, rubbing a tired hand through already messy, silver locks walking upstairs. The small corridor was silent, as one could expect. I suppose arriving at Leonard's closed-door; I knocked on it. Upon hearing no answer, I walked into the room, turning the light on. I saw Leonard, who was lying on the bed. He appeared to be sleeping. I sighed, to see that he had once again fallen asleep in his party wear, walking over to the closet, to hunt him some comfortable clothes, once I found him the only pair of clean clothes he had, his closet looking empty. I walked over to him, placing the clothes on the chair. I ran my hand through his hair. He stirred, but he didn't wake up. As I undressed him and put him into his pajamas, I thought of the pain that this man had caused me. He was the only person who could inflict the pain that he had inflicted. My father had nothing to hang over my head, but Leonard, the man, was my world, my life's purpose. I noticed that something seemed off about the man that just lay while I was dressing him; he had not stirred; he had barely done anything. I stopped what I was doing looking at him. Could his condition had gotten worse? He had moved around a great deal today. Was he able to do the moving that he had done? I shook him gently at first. Upon getting no response from him, I shook him harder. He stirred. "What do you want? I'm trying to sleep."
He said, turning away from me pulling the blanket over his head, getting comfortable once more, as soft snores alerted me, he was well. My racing heart, calming down. I looked at my clothes, turning the overhead light off, walking over to my side of the bed, taking my boots, socks, and coat off, tossing them to the floor, laying down beside Leonard I looked at the man who slept beside me, covered from head to toe, in a sheet, in this weather. It was hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, and he was sleeping on a sheet. I shook my head. With a quiet laugh, I set the clock to alarm, getting comfortable. Though I was comfortable, I was anything but sleepy. Listening to the buzzing of the music from a shop in the distance, the chatter of those who weren't having going to sleep frame, I can't say that I blame them. I was never the sort to go to bed early, but what else was there to do when everyone was asleep or gone? I closed my eyes to force myself to sleep. With little success, I got up from the bed, walked from the room, making my way back downstairs. Laying on the couch, where the cool air conditioning cooled my body. I closed my eyes. After a yawn, I fell asleep as well.