I didn’t say anymore focusing on his hands continuously brushing my hair and it didn’t take me long to fall asleep feeling more at peace. I was able to get through the rest of the night, aside a few restless moments, but it wasn't enough to wake me up and by morning I woke up in Elliot’s arms. He was still asleep so I laid there beside him trying to not wake him up as I ran my fingers over his arms, brushing them over his skin, and I was a little lost in my mind thinking back to last night. It honestly scared me of having a severe panic attack that I almost lost a sense of myself, but it was comforting having Elliot by my side and how he helped me was one way I couldn’t have done alone.
“That tickles.”
I stopped, looking up at him. “Sorry."
Elliot pulled me in closer to him, hugging me, and yawned. “What time is it?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered as I hugged him back.
He yawned again, “Alright.”
“You should sleep more if you're still tired,” I said.
