“ really? what did you dream about? ”
⋘ @bj010894 ⋙ .six-word sentence
❝Mmmm…❞
Inquiry takes moment or four….perhaps five, for him to even begin to process. He’d been sleeping. perhaps mumbling or even sleep talking, it would be a first. Gabe had been known to hold rather long conversations while still in clutches of sleep, even when he was younger he’d be told of his ramblings next morning. His mom always finding it rather – amusing, to say least. Not even surprised in least, why or how, he’s managed to end up in another’s bed, one more thing that wasn’t a surprise to him anymore. While there was no doubt in his mind he’d simply slept over, he doubts he’ll recall what had brought him to bed in first place. Then again he’d always been somewhat of a wanderer, like a drifter who seemed to make acquaintance with every stranger upon street.
❝….dream….dream….❞ he murmurs, slow blinks granted over hazel orb, yawn escaping before time to mutter another word is allotted. ❝…something about…monkeys….monkeys fighting over the same banana…maybe one of them got shot??? I’m not even sure at this point…❞ drool is wiped via use of sleeve, his stare finding opposite hue. Digit soon go to run through flaxen dyed lock, disheveled on each side it was evident he hadn’t stayed put in single position, ❝…….what if it’s some weird metaphor for my life..❞
