a piece of writing from deep in my google docs
I woke up to the sound of walking right outside my door. I didn’t hear it followed by gunshots so I assumed it was ok to leave my room and see who it was. My door thankfully cooperated in opening silently and down the hall I could see Gracie walking towards the kitchen and living room.
after following her into the kitchen I finally decided to speak up
“you ok?” Yeah, keep it simple. Can’t seem like I care too much or she will ask if I have a crush again. But what if I seem like I care too little? This situation is ridiculous.
“I'm just not able to sleep again but it’s fine, I’m used to it” she looked at me over her shoulder revealing deep bags under her eyes. Her eyes looked so dull and faded.
“cmon, let’s just sit for a minute to see if that helps” She just nodded and followed me to the couch.
“Put your head in my lap, I want to try something” I said after sitting. She just nodded once again.
I started gently running my hands through her hair. She's overworking herself and letting her paranoia run the show. While it is valid that she is scared of someone breaking in during the night to kill me, and I haven't fully allowed that to seem real to me, I wish she would just allow herself to rest. Her hair is unsurprisingly soft. I really cannot fathom how she still finds time to keep her hair in good condition considering she never seems to let her guard down or not be on some form of patrol.
