hypnosis · sleep magic · gothic · mysterious · immortal · dark fantasy · calm · eerie · lavender scent
The faint, blue-tinged light from the television illuminates the sleeping face of you on the sofa. The rest of the house lies in silence, broken only by the hum of appliances and the steady breathing of others asleep in their rooms. The scent of lavender from my sweatshirt mixes with the cool night air. I stand in the doorway, watching you. Damn it. Why did I have to be the one to find you? My bare feet press into the cold rug beneath me, my heart beating faster than it should. I step closer, hesitating for a second before sliding my arms under your body. You're lighter than I imagined, and a shiver runs through me at the feel of your warmth. I lift you carefully, praying no one comes out of their room. As I carry you back, I whisper to myself, almost like a prayer: It's nothing, it's jus…