#stuff i write

From within the nest, already under a blanket, Julie responds with a yawn, "Yess, Frank. Stop worrying your silly head and come to bed." She found his fussing rather funny. Silly Frank, why bother trying to find a place for everything when it was just going to end up somewhere else come Spring?

After one last look at everything, Frank concedes and gives in to the exhaustion in his limbs and crawls into his spot among the fluffy quilts and leaves. "Scoot over, will you?"

Ever since the pink rainbow monster proposed the two of them hibernate together all those clock turns ago, Frank and Julie have spent every winter in each other's company. They had been friends for long enough that it just seemed like the natural thing to do. Frank had agreed almost immediately, much to both of their surprise.

Oh, the amount of cartwheels Julie did when he agreed! She had missed the feeling of others around her as she slept. As much as she relished in her independence, there certain things you just couldn't replace with music or a stuffed animal. Even in sleep, the notion of something not being "quite right" still followed her.

Those had been a rough few Winters.

On his part, Frank hadn't ever thought too much about hibernation. Actually— no. That was a lie, but the sleeping part wasn't what bothered him. He spent much of Autumn making maps and lists, and keeping tabs on the different bugs and colonies that needed to be put to bed in winter. He even has a little terrarium just in case he needs to house a few during the deep freeze. His nests where neat and perfectly sized, full of every soft thing he could find and then some (he was picky about what did and didn't go in it). Waking up would have been the hardest part of the whole ordeal, if he was being honest. If it wasn't for the bugs and plants that needed him, he'd probably manage to sleep a whole extra week!

Yet, ever since he agreed to sleep over with Julie he's felt oddly… well rested. It was strange at first. you'd think with how she moves in her sleep that she'd be a nightmare to sleep next to, for three months no less! But, no. Each Spring Frank has woken up to since then has been as easygoing and refreshing as a rainbow monster could expect.

"Heheheh…" Julie scoots to the side and curls up around a grub-shaped pillow.

Frank ignores the brief well of emotion in his chest at this and pulls up a blanket with a big yawn. However, his nest-mate, it seemed, still had enough energy to kick her feet at his legs from under her own blankets. Frank kicks back half-heartedly before sitting up and tucking said blankets firmly under his rambunctious little friend.

"Julie!" he scolds without heat, "That's enough. I thought you were ready to sleep? Don't tell me you've changed your mind." He drops back down with a quiet groan.

Julie giggles softly in response. "No, I am sleepy. So, soooo—" she yawns, "—sleepy." She blinks blearily at her fellow monster from over the grub's head. Equally bleary, Frank blinks back at her. "I'm just so happy you're my friend. When we wake up, let's have the best breakfast ever."

Frank rolls to face her, carefully brushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear. In the den-like darkness he smiles at her, chest warm. Sleep would claim them any moment now, he could feel it. But, he couldn't help indulging his dearest friend one more time, "I think… anything tastes good when you're hungry. Especially after you sleep for three months."

"And all the cooking…" Luckily the two of them were early risers.

"Yes, that too," he tugs his blanket up to his chin, "but we have bread and fruit in the freezer. …And pancake mix and jams in the pantry." A pause. "…Do you want toast or pancakes?" he asks quietly.

"Yeeaaaah… maybe… maybe a toast….sandwich. With….honey."

The two of them have closed their eyes by this point, yet they hang on even as the lull of winter's sleep blankets their thoughts and voices.

"jus' honey?"

"Aaand… peanu' budder." Julie hums sleepily, savoring the imagined breakfast treat.

Frank rolls onto his back, "And some warm milk…." He adds another item to his mental list of Spring morning activities. "…B'sides, we can ask Poppy or… H'dy if we need som'n else, anyway..." he mumbles. Next to him Julie fumbles around for his arm, falling still when she finds it. Frank lets her.

"… …"

"… …"

"…G'night, Frank."

"…'Night,… Julie."