BartleRoo

     Silver lines of white fluffy clouds had ice blue eyes in a trance. These irises traced the lines into shapes that her mind imagined them to be. A bunny, a dinosaur, a car, spikey ginger hair... Wait, that’s not a cloud. Chocolate brown eyes met her own and sparkled with amusement. The emotion that she saw in his eyes was not matched with his seemingly permanent scowl. He did crack a grin for her though. Only for her.     “What do you see?” he asked, his voice gruff but lighthearted.     “I see the full head of ginger hair blocking my view of the sky,” she responded lifting her hand and poking his nose. S

     Something was nagging at the perpetual darkness, keeping eyes wide and limbs restless. Sweat beaded on top of soft skin, the muggy air making it hard to breathe. Feet swung off the side of the mattress, making contact with the cold floor. Breathing evened slightly, as legs began to move from the room, slowly and deliberately. Into the hallway, silent and pulsating with the dreams of other sleeping people, some sharing rooms and others sprawled out in the living room. The Kurosaki household was full of sleeping bodies, being the only place that they could rest while waiting for the storm to pass. Flanges made their way through the gap in