Mr Sandman, send me a dream.
Dec. 27th, 2012 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freebitchbabyGaila wasn't fond of sleeping alone.
It didn't feel right not to have someone to curl up to in the night, to play with another person's hair while she drifted off and to share in joint body warmth in the cool of night. It was a habit that came from when she was young and living in the slavehouse when she slept with her sisters curled around her, but Gaila found she slept far better with someone in bed with her.
Thankfully she had friends that were willing to indulge the more odd of her sleeping habits. Such as Ming. Dear, sweet, indulging, magical Ming. The Orion nuzzled her head into the crook of the other woman's neck, pulling her closer in her sleep. She was such a good friend. Ming that was, Ming was a good friend. Gaila sighed happily, tightening her arm around the other woman's waist and wondered what she was dreaming about.
It didn't feel right not to have someone to curl up to in the night, to play with another person's hair while she drifted off and to share in joint body warmth in the cool of night. It was a habit that came from when she was young and living in the slavehouse when she slept with her sisters curled around her, but Gaila found she slept far better with someone in bed with her.
Thankfully she had friends that were willing to indulge the more odd of her sleeping habits. Such as Ming. Dear, sweet, indulging, magical Ming. The Orion nuzzled her head into the crook of the other woman's neck, pulling her closer in her sleep. She was such a good friend. Ming that was, Ming was a good friend. Gaila sighed happily, tightening her arm around the other woman's waist and wondered what she was dreaming about.
