Sleeping Arrangements (1/4)
When Emma Swan was sixteen, all she wanted was her own bed. The night before her wedding, however, she laughs at her teenage self because she would give her right arm for the pirate to be here too.
Me when I started this: I’m going to write something cute and light before the wedding.
Me 5,000 words in: Hahaha, fuck that idea.
When Emma Swan was sixteen, she shared a bed with three other girls and wished for nothing more than a single amount of space that was her own. Staring up at the peeling, off-coloured wall of her the bedroom of her current home, kept awake by the nudge against her knee by little Molly or the occasional grunting snore from the much larger Ann, she blinked in the darkness and prayed for nothing more.