Jack was a heavy sleeper, it seemed. Since even when she climbed into the bed, her legs bumping his, he didn’t move at all. The man lay on his side, breathing softly for a moment, before just as Katelynn was beginning to sleep he rolls over. He throws himself around in the bed, his arm setting down on top of her chest, his face pressing against her shoulder as he sleeps on, oblivious to her being here at all.
No wonder he barely moved after they made love. The man could sleep in any position whatsoever.
She had just begun to sleep when she felt arms around her and a warm body press into her side. She gasped lightly, looking over at the handsome man next to her, a blush peeking up around her neck, even in her slightly groggy state of mind.
His arm..his arm was touching her chest. Oh god.
She lay there, trying to ignore the way her body responded and closed her eyes, shifting a little to snuggle back against him, her forehead touching his.
“G-Good night love,” she whispered, her mind relaxing into sleep finally after a long moment.
And sleep they did. Jack continued to hold her close, though his hand did shift somewhere in the middle of the night and his mouth fell open, drooling slightly, as his hand now covered one of her breasts entirely.
And yet he still slept on, oblivious to it all. All he was aware of, was a loving presence in his bed. One he hadn’t felt before. Jack snuggled closer, sighing in his sleep… content, peaceful, happy. It was a new feeling to be held, and cherished, in his bed to be sure.
He dreamed of her. Of course he did. Her long hair swaying as she moved through a painting he was setting up. She smiled at him, in his dream, before running her hands over her stomach which was bulging with purpose and life. Jack’s eyes widened and he reached out to touch her, but he only touched the canvas. He couldn’t reach her.
“Katelynn?” he asked.
But then thick purple and pink smog began to circle her. Jack grabbed the painting in his hands, shaking it, trying to get into it, to her, since he can hear her screaming she’s screaming for him but he can’t get to her. He’s screaming her name, until it all just falls into blackness and his nightmare ends as abruptly as it begun.
And yet he hadn’t moved at all in the waking world at all. The only sign to show he was upset, was his eyebrows furrowing together.
Jack Maple 