spencer reid sleeping

Sleeping In

Anonymous requested a day off with Spencer :)

“Spencer,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home and, while he looked incredibly peaceful and I hated to wake him, we’d arrived and I had no choice. He blinked owlishly up at me and I smiled slightly. 

“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s get upstairs and go to bed,” I said softly. He nodded slowly and followed me, tangling his fingers up with mine as we went inside. In the elevator on the way upstairs, he yawned and leaned his head on my shoulder, even though he had to slump down against the wall to be low enough. I chuckled lightly and kissed his head. 

“Why am I so sleepy?” he groaned. 

“It’s been a rough week, Spence,” I replied softly as I unlocked our door. “You and I both need this day off tomorrow.” 

“Mmhmm,” he agreed, and I smiled as he shed his shirt and pants and shoes, not even bothering to put on pajamas before he crawled into our bed in just his mismatched socks and underwear. 

By the time I had changed and made sure everything was in order in the house, Spencer was sound asleep. He barely stirred when I crawled into bed beside him, curling close to his chest. 

As sunlight streamed through the curtains in our bedroom, I turned to look at my husband, sleeping soundly, his skin warm and his curls a mess. I gently leaned in and kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly, blinking his eyes as he awoke and smiled at me sleepily. 

“Morning,” he said, his voice warm and scratchy with sleep. 

“Good morning,” I murmured. I was moving to get out of the bed, but Spencer reached out and wrapped his long fingers imploringly around my wrist. I glanced back and found pleading eyes. 

“Don’t,” he begged. “We don’t have to go anywhere today, (Y/N), just stay with me.” 

“Aren’t you hungry?” I laughed. He shook his head. 

“No. I just want to snuggle with you,” he replied and I smiled. The man who once had refused to even shake my hand, and now all he wanted to do was cuddle with me. I couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes, though, and I settled back into the warm sheets as Spencer pulled me close to him, his body a comforting weight in the mattress. 

“You good?” he asked, his breath brushing the skin on my cheek as it washed over my ear. I nodded contentedly as he held me close. 

“You?” I asked. 

“Perfect,” he sighed. 

We didn’t get out of bed until almost noon, when we went into the kitchen and made waffles. We moved around our kitchen with a practiced ease that came from the comfort and familiarity we had with each other. We sat down across from each other to eat, laughing and talking about nothing important. 

“Hey, you want to do something fun?” he asked. I looked at him, feigning suspicion. 

“Depends on your definition of ‘fun’, Dr.Reid,” I teased. 

“Want to build a fort?” he asked. I laughed and nodded my head. 

“Yes,” I replied. “That is my kind of fun.” 

An hour later, with Spencer’s equations and my creativity, we had build a blanket fort worthy of awards, which stretched out over all the living room furniture, which had been rearranged in such a way that would allow for maximum space and comfort. The blankets we hadn’t used to build the fort were piled inside, along with a battery-operated lamp and all of our spare pillows. We’d laid down our sleeping bags as well, and the result of it all was a relatively large and comfortable, cozy space big enough for the two of us to curl up together. Eager and excited, we crawled into the fort on our knees. When we got inside, I noticed Spencer rubbing his knee and shot him a concerned look. I replaced his hand with mine when he pulled away, putting light pressure on the joint. 

“You okay?” I asked. He nodded and gave me a small smile. 

“Still hurts sometimes,” he explained. “I’m good, though.” 

“Maybe you’re just getting old,” I teased, and he stared at me for a moment, a mischievous look in his hazel eyes. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, Mrs.Reid,” he warned, and picked up a pillow, which he used to hit me. I laughed and picked up a pillow of my own, returning the blow. Soon, we were both laughing and shrieking as we hit one another with the pillows we’d stocked our fort with. After a while, I flopped breathlessly onto his chest and he laughed. 

As I rolled off of him, my foot caught one of the blankets and it fell down on top of us. 

“You tore down our roof!” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. I giggled and burrowed under it until I was face to face with my husband. I smiled slightly and leaned in to press my lips to his, watching his lashes flutter closed, tasting the sweetness of the cream he’d used on his waffles that lingered on his lips. 

“Then I guess we’ll have to rebuild,” I murmured. 

“Mmm, maybe later,” he replied, and I laughed as he flipped me over so that he was lying on top of me and kissed me again.

I decided he was right- the fort could wait. 


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"I can't--I can't sleep."

Spencer Reid x Reader

Draining the hot water from your bathtub, you step out onto the bathroom floor, wrapping yourself in your yellow bath towel. Humming to yourself as you brush your hair, you examine your reflection in the mirror. The love bite that Spencer had left on your collarbone last week just starting to fade away. Grabbing your black lace panties from from the floor, you slip into them, a baggy purple T-shirt from Spencer following suit. You’re halfway through brushing your hair when you hear the house phone ring. Jogging down the stairs to the kitchen, careful not to slip on your still wet feet, you reach the phone on the last ring.
“Hello?” You inquire, playing with the mint green phone wire.
“Y/N–” Spencer breathes back, and he’s barely inaudible between his tears.
“Spence, what’s wrong? Shh–Sweetie, are you okay? Why are you crying?”
Your mind is flooding with a million things that could have gone wrong.
“I just–please, could you please–come over? I can’t–l can’t sleep. I need you here. Please Y/N?” He pleads, sobbing into his end of the phone.
“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you?”
Your question is answered by a shaky hitch in his breathing and a small,
“I’ll be right over, Spencer. And hey?” You inquire, clutching the phone closer to your ear.
“Yeah?” He asks, shakily.
“I love you.”
A soft giggle escapes your throat, when you hear him sniffle happily,
“I love you too.”
Hanging the phone back on your receiver, you run to your bedroom and throw on your black leggings. You don’t even bother to throw on a bra, you and Spencer have been together for a year and a half now, it’s nothing he hasn’t already seen. The two of you have discussed moving in together for a while now, but just haven’t gotten around to doing so.
Grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter, you lock the door to your apartment and head to your car.

The drive to Reid residence isn’t a long one, he only lives about twenty five minutes away, or according to Spencer,
“Twenty seven minutes and thirty-nine seconds, in suitable weather conditions and when driving the precise speed limit.”
You giggle thinking about that big brain of his, some other people might find the amount of knowledge he contains annoying, but you think it’s precious.
Pulling into his driveway, you shut off your car and walk up the path to his doorstep. Raising your hand and knocking on the door, you hear him running inside. Nearly knocking you on the ground when he blows through the door, Spencer throws his arms around you, picking you up and squeezing you.
“Spence!” You squeal, kissing his forehead repeatedly.
“I missed you.” He murmurs into you neck, sniffling softly, “I’m sorry for calling so late.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” You whisper, squeezing him tighter.
Setting you down, he leads you into the house, closing the door behind him. The entire house is dark except for the dim lit kitchenette.
You just stare at him for about thirty seconds, taking in his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, bloodshot eyes, tear crusted cheeks, standing there in his white T-shirt and black boxers with a sorry smile.
You huff lightly, feeling sorry for the poor genius, and wrap your arms around his middle. Feeling his hand in your hair, you smile happily, humming into his chest.
“Are you tired too?” He inquires, with a chuckle as you yawn sleepily against him.
“Mhm.” You respond with a nod, giggling as he picks you up, kissing your lips lightly. Carrying you down the hall to his bedroom, you sigh against his lips, which never once break away from yours. Spencer pushes the door open with his foot, stepping past the threshold, and setting you down on the bed.
Slipping off his shirt, he climbs up onto the mattress pulling you up to him.
You make yourself at home under the sheets, snuggling into his chest, squeezing his hands lightly.
As time passes, you notice that Spencer’s breathing hasn’t changed at all, you can’t fall asleep before him, you want him to be peaceful.
Shifting your weight back a little to get a good view of his face, you see his eyes flash open, his pupils dilating.
“Are you scared to fall asleep?” You inquire, putting a loving hand on his cheek.
Spencer nods a bit,
“I’m scared of falling asleep, having a nightmare, waking you up, and looking like–”
“Don’t be afraid of looking like anything in front of me. Spence–what was your nightmare about anyway?” A soft hand trails up his back and his face contorts in pleasure.
“It’s because of work. It’s always because of work, and I’m not complaining. it just–starts to take a tole on you, you know? Seeing death all the time? You start to worry about the ones you love and–” His voice breaks, “That’s why I needed you hear. I need you safe, I need you with me. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t lose you.”
Tears start to sting his cheeks again as he sits up pulling you into his chest,
“I can not lose you.” He sobs.
You pull yourself onto his lap, your mind filling with realization, gently cooing in his ear,
“Shh–Shh. Spencie, Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here, honey. You won’t lose me, you can’t, I’m right here.”
Brushing each tear away with your thumb, you kiss his nose,
“Feel any better? At least talking about it takes the stress off of your mind.”
He’s nods,
“A little bit–Can you do me a–sort of a favor?” He asks, and you can feel his cheeks burn a little.
“Anything.” You whisper, and he takes his hand in yours leading it to his scalp, your fingers tangling in his shoulder length hair.
“Just–play with it? I love when you do that–it helps me fall asleep.”
You giggle, scratching his scalp a bit and kissing him softly,
“Of course–I love you.”
“I love you more.” He murmurs, lying back against the pillows. And for the next twenty two minutes, you play with his hair, whispering back and forth to eachother until his breathing slows and his eyes fall shut for the night, a satisfied smile somewhere amongst his lips and his hand on your lower back.
“Goodnight, sweet dreams, my little genius. I love you.” You coo, lying against his chest and listening to his heartbeat before drifting off to sleep.

No Sleep// Spencer Reid x Reader drabble

The coffee shop was excruciatingly slow that morning. It was the morning after New Years and most people were asleep in their comfortable beds, just waiting to wake up and face the unavoidable hangover that would no doubt accompany them throughout the day.

And yet here you were, sober as hell, working the morning shift. You had stayed in the night before and opted to simply watch the New Years celebrations on television instead of going out. Working with a hangover wasn’t something you wanted to do.

The door opened and a chime let you know a customer had just walked through the door. You turned and smiled at the man.

“Hey Spencer. I thought government agents had the day off today,” you commented as you prepared his drink. You already knew it by heart after he had been coming in for years now. Black coffee with five sugars.

“Hey Y/N. We did but evil never takes a day off,” he replied with a sigh. You handed him the coffee. “On me. Because you’re out saving the world when you should be sleeping.”

He took the coffee gratefully and flashed you a smile. You grinned and went back to cleaning the latte machine as he made his way to the door.

“Hey Y/N,” he called out as he grabbed the door handle. You turned back around to see him looking anxious. “Would you like to grab a cup of coffee when I get back?”

You raised an eyebrow at his question, briefly gesturing to your surroundings with an amused smile. He grinned, embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Right. You work at a coffee place. How about dinner then?” He asked hopeful. You nodded your head with a smile.

“Dinner sounds good.”

Sleep Deprived

Prompt: Imagine finding Reid at your door, clearly sleep deprived 

(Prompt found on @imaginingcriminalminds requested by @everythingidid-ididforthem

It was midnight when your head finally hit the pillow in bed. You were hoping for a peaceful sleep, but you doubted that it would happen after the case you had just completed. It was a rough one. The unsub was killing women who were extremely similar to you in appearance. His victims were also planning to get out of the small town and never look back, just as you had done years ago. You tossed and turned in your sleep for a couple of hours.

Suddenly something jolted you from your sleep. You sat straight up in bed listening for what had woken you up. You didn’t realize it, but you had automatically grabbed your gun from your bedside table. A girl can’t be too careful after all. After what seemed like an eternal moment, you heard the noise again. There was gentle knocking come from the front door of your apartment. You checked your phone for the time and saw that it was 3:00am. You also saw that you had slept through a call from Spencer. You had no doubt in your mind that it was him at your front door.

You move as quickly as your tired body would allow to get to your front door. You checked the peephole just to be sure and opened the door to a sleep deprived Spencer Reid.

“Spencer,” you breathe taking in the sight in front of you. He was in his sweats and a CalTech tshirt, though he had his go bag in his hand..  He had dark circles under his eyes, so you guessed he hadn’t slept at all that night. There were what could have been tears forming in his eyes.

“I got worried when you didn’t answer,” he said quietly, “I should have assumed that you were asleep, but I just wanted to check on you.”

You moved out of the doorway and said, “Come in, Spencer. Do you want to talk about the case?”

He nodded and ventured to your couch where he had stayed many nights when he was worried about you after cases. The two of you had become fast and close friends, and Spencer was very protective of you. You always brushed it off thinking it was more of a brother/sister relationship. There was no way someone as amazing as him would fall for someone as amazing as you.

“Talk to me, Spencer,” you said tucking a lock of his messy hair behind his ear.

He took a shaky breath and said, “I only saw you. I kept telling myself that the victims weren’t you, but I only saw you.”

“I’m right here, Spencer. I’m perfectly safe, alive and well,” you tried to comfort him.

That’s when he allowed his walls to completely crumble down. One or two tears quickly turned into sobs breaking free from his chest. You pulled him into your arms as he buried his face in your hair crying. You knew there had to be something more going on.

“Spencer?” you questioned when he had calmed down.

“I tried to bury my feelings since you probably didn’t feel the same way, but I just couldn’t hide it anymore after this case. I love you, Y/N. I have for a while now. You’re my best friend, but I want us to be more than best friends,” he confessed fearful of how you’d respond.

You tucked the lock of hair behind his ear again and leaned in close to him. You gently pressed your lips to his, and he quickly reciprocated. He was gently, though he held on to you as if he’d never let you go again.

When you finally broke apart, you said, “I love you, Spencer.”

He chuckled quietly in response and said, “I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

“Stay the night?” you asked him knowing he’d agree.

He nodded looking for the blanket you usually kept on the back of the couch.

You shook you head and said, “Not on the couch. With me.”

He looked nervous as you expected him to, but he nodded. He followed you down to you bedroom where you both quickly snuggled up under the covers. Exhaustion pushed his nerves aside, and he naturally took you into his arms. You quickly fell asleep with your head on his chest as he fell asleep with you in his arms. Maybe the two of you wouldn’t be so sleep deprived anymore.

Sleeping Over

@saturnsriings: Sleepover Prompt (ReidxReader)

I glanced over at the night table, where my phone was buzzing, the display lighting up, shining blue and pale. The glowing red numbers on the clock next to it read 9:46 pm. I looked at the phone.
Spencer Reid.
I picked it up and answered it with a swipe of my finger.
“Hey, Reid,” I said.
Immediately, I realized something was wrong. There was something in his tone. He sounded…different, shaky.
“Hey,” I said. “Are you alright?”
“Um, yeah. Yeah,” he said, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself more than me.
“Spence?” I prompted.
“I’m alone and it’s my mom’s Birthday and I just-”
“You’ve got a key,” I said. “I’m in the bedroom. Bring pajamas,” I said. There was a beat of silence following my words.
“I’ll see you soon, (Y/N).”

Twenty minutes later, a slightly touseled Spencer Reid wandered into my room, wearing pajamas printed with small atoms, his curls messy and his skin smooth. He looked, as always, adorable, and I smiled gently at him.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied. I slid over to the other side of my bed and patted the mattress.
“Cone on, you,” I said. “Get over here.” He smiled slightly, that little smile of his, and climbed onto my bed. He shivered and I laughed, lifting up the covers for him.
“Come on, no need to freeze,” I laughed. Spencer is my best friend in the world, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for him. How could I not? He’s tall and handsome, with golden curls and hazel eyes and a killer smile. Not to mention he’s a total sweetheart with a really badass side. I watched as he struggled with the sheets, crawling in between them and leaning back against the pillows. He smiled slightly at me and I returned the smile with ease.
“She didn’t know it was her birthday,” he said quietly after a moment.
“Oh, Spencer,” I sighed. He blinked several times quickly, and I pretended not to notice.
“I knew it was a possibility, but…” he trailed off.
“I can’t imagine,” I said. He averted his eyes and I just held out my hand for him. He looked at it for a moment and then hesitantly tangled his fingers with mine.
“(Y/N), she’s not going to know me soon. She’s going to forget me,” he whispered.
“I know, ” I replied. “I’m so sorry, Spencer.”
“I’m just…” he trailed off, not even able to express the feelings. My heart broke for him and I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Spence. I wish there was something I could say or do to make this better for you. I really do,” I told him.
“You are,” he said, moving to look at me.
“I am?” I asked.
“Yeah. I…you’re here, in your own apartment, late at night, letting me stay here and…nobody else would be that for me.”
“It’s nothing, Reid,” I said softly.
“No, it is something,” he argued. “It’s everything.” I just smiled at him, squeezed his hand lightly.
“Thank you for letting me stay here tonight,” he said.
“Of course, Spence,” I said, but then shot him a mischievous grin. “You’re gonna pay for it, though.”
“How?” He asked, the words barely out of his mouth before a pillow hit him in the face. I giggled at his shocked expression and then ducked as he tossed one back at me. I smiled at the sound of his laughter and reveled in the joy I could bring him.
Any night I can make Spencer Reid laugh is a good night in my book.

I can’t believe I married a blanket hog!

For the drabbles can I request “I can’t believe I married a blanket hog.” with Spencer Reid? :) 

Originally posted by aglassofwhiskey

Ever since you started work at Quantico with a separate BAU team, you and Spencer had different work hours. And tonight was one of anomaly where you got home after he did.

You sighed, opening the door to your bedroom where your husband Spencer Reid was sleeping with his glasses still on, cuddling with a book over a drool-covered pillow case. You pulled out your necklace chain with your wedding band and engagement ring on it, placing it on the desk as you took away Spencer’s accessories.

Sliding onto the bed, you turned to Spencer, trying to tug away the blanket that your husband cocooned himself in.

Giving up after the fifth attempt, you rolled away from him, too tired to continue, “I can’t believe I married a blanket hog.”

When Spencer woke up before you, he saw that you stole the blanket from him. He smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He walked into the kitchen, making some coffee for the both of you, and more fondly than you, he muttered, “I can’t believe I married a blanket hog.

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Road Trip...Part 8

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After a week spent on the road, talking about your pasts and getting used to your glasses and thrift shopping for an entirely different wardrobe, you had finally convinced Matthew to allow you to drive the last stretch of the way there so that the two of you could finally bunk in a home for the next few days instead of yet another hotel.

The road trip itself was incredible.

The hotel hopping you could do without.

Flipping on your turn signal and starting down the long, winding, cemented path, you soon watch your mounted cell-phone GPS lose service as you smile inwardly to yourself.

“Perfect,” you mutter.

Slowing to a roll, the numerous trees passing by as the darkness of the midnight hour shrouds the wooded area, the trees finally give way to a large pond, with various houses and docks scattered about across the area.

And there, in front of your eyes, was the wooded cabin.

Pulling up in front of the three-car garage, you leave the car running as you get out of the car and trot over to the side door, opening it up and stepping into the pitch-black garage area.

Feeling for the light switch, you flip it as the fluorescent lighting floods the area, with all of your late-uncle’s toys coming into view.

Striding over to the work bench, you reach up over all of the hanging tools and wiggle your fingers, working the key off of the very top of the shelving unit as it comes crashing down to your feet.

“Got it,” you whisper to yourself.

Locking the garage behind you, you take a look at Matthew peacefully sleeping in the passenger seat and smile to yourself.

He had helped you in spreading your true wings a bit, but you didn’t want the entire road trip to be about you and your downfalls as a growing adult.

You also wanted him to have fun.  To show him that there had been just as many positive memories that had shaped you for the better.

Rounding around to the front door, you stick the key in and turn, allowing the door to creak open as the smell of the wooded outdoor area coupled by a pine-scented air freshener hits your nose.

When your only uncle had passed, he had left his cabin and all of its property and “toys” to you, and you had vowed to take incredible care of it, hoping that, maybe one day, it would serve as a place you could retire to, or possibly use to escape the crazy life you had intended to pursue.

A place to reconnect with the woman you knew was living deep within your core.

You had time to reminisce later.

Walking back out to the car, you pop Matthew’s trunk and grab your suitcases, your original suitcase being repacked with all of the elements you had purchased in your wonderful day of shopping, and started back into the house.  You turned to the left and started up the stairs before making an immediate right and starting down the hallway, dropping Matthew’s bag off in front of the door at the end of it before turning back around and dropping your bag by the only other room on the hall.

Traipsing back down the stairs as you make your way for the open kitchen, you open the fridge and peruse the cabinets, taking a mental stock of what would be needed from town tomorrow before you decide to go wake the beast.

Bounding back outside, a massive smile on your face, you open Matthew’s passenger side door, his head lobbing off to the side as you reach over his body and shut the car off, grabbing the keys and leaning back.

“Matthew…” you lull, leaning forward and kissing his forehead lightly.

“Matthew,” you whisper into his ear.

“Mmmmmph,” he groans, shifting in his seat as you reach over him once more and unbuckle his belt.

“We’re here,” you say lowly, your eyes searching his face as he slowly peels his open.

“We are?” he groans.

“I have all of our stuff inside,” you say as you take his hands, slowly helping him upright as his feet plant themselves onto the ground outside of the car, “we can go get some rest, and then tomorrow we can go into town and get some groceries.”

“Soundsgoodtome,” he murmurs into one statement, earning a light giggle from your lips as you help him to his feet.

“Let’s get you inside and to your room so you can sleep,” you muse.

With his arm around your shoulders as your arm clasps his waist tightly, you slowly make your way into the cabin, turning and locking the door behind you before slowly making your way up the stairs.

“You should gimmeatour,” he slurs.

“Tomorrow.  I promise,” you say, patting his chest with your free hand softly as the two of you finally approach the end of the hallway.

“And here we are,” you say, throwing the bedroom door open as you kick his suitcase bag in.

“Smells like woods,” he says, sighing heavily as he drops his body onto the bed.

“Oooo, bouncy,” he murmurs, your hand flying to your mouth as you try hard to stifle your laughter as you pick up his suitcase and put it in a chair in the corner.

Making your way back to the bed, you help a struggling Matthew peel the covers back as he shimmies his body underneath, your hands working to tuck him in as he hunkers down into a pillow.

“Sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning,” you say, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his forehead.

“Stay a little,” he says, his hand reaching out and grasping yours.

“I’m getting a bit tired as well…” you drift off.

“Please?” he whimpers.

And after a brief bout of silence, his eyes already drooping closed as you bite your bottom lip, you nod as a goofy smile creeps across his cheeks.

“Thanks,” he says, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you down into the bed with him.

You’d stay until he fell asleep.

No harm in that, right?

You had the late shift at the Hospital yet again, but still as exhausted as you were you wanted to head home because your profiler boyfriend Spencer was back from his latest case. The odds were he was at home right now working on his paper work. However upon arriving home you peered into the bedroom to see you boyfriend still fully dressed, wild hair, with his paper work teetering on the edge of the bed. You approached quietly knowing he was exhausted also from a long case, this one had lasted almost a whole week. You folded up his paper work and tucked him under the covers. Once you were all changed and ready for bed you headed back to your bedroom to see that Spencer was awake but still laying in bed ‘Y/N your home, I missed you’ You smiled and he returned the smile, seeing you as you came towards him in your pajamas. ‘I’m glad that you are home safe, I was worried about you not eating enough and or sleeping enough’. When you were wrapped in Spencer’s arms you never struggled to sleep but you did mumble. Spencer thought your sleepy mumbling was cute and that it comforted him and soon enough he fell asleep alongside you. 

Road Trip...Part 5

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Waking up amidst a king size bed of pillows and blankets, you stretch as your eyes flutter open, your jaw pulling taut as you yawn.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Matthew says, looking up from the chair he was settled into, a script in his hand as he smiles lightly at you.

“Where are we?” you groan, sitting up as you scratch your hand through your disheveled hair.

“A hotel,” he states plainly, his eyes glancing back down at his script as you furrow your brow in confusion.

“I don’t remember-”

“You were still asleep,” Matthew chuckles.

Peeling your eyes open as you look over at the alarm clock, the time reading 8:37 am, your eyes widen with realization as your stomach begins to growl profusely.

“Turns out you’re not very hard to carry,” Matthew says, piercing the silence as your face slowly scans the room.

“You carried me up here?” you ask breathlessly, swallowing hard as you grimace at the taste of old spit in your mouth.

But all he did was chuckle.

Looking down, viewing your clothes from yesterday, you throw the covers off of you as your eyes widen, taking in your naked legs as your jaw unhinges.

“You took off my pants!?” you squeal.

And at that sentiment, Matthew threw his head back and laughed.

“I figured sleeping in jeans wouldn’t be comfortable,” he says in between breaths.

“But you took off my pants!  Without waking me!” you screech.

But Matthew just laughed louder.

“I’m taking a shower,” you mumble, leaving him clutching his stomach in the chair as you shuffle into the bathroom, the comforter around your waist as you drag it from the bed, dropping it before you quickly step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“Taking off my pants…” you mumble as the rest of your clothes drop to the floor, “what is wrong with him?”

Turning on the hot water as you step under the stream, you sigh heavily as you begin to wash away the dirt and grime from yesterday, feeling yourself come alive as you slowly begin to smile.

“Hey, Matthew!” you call out, raising your arm up while the conditioner sits in your hair.

“Yeah?” he yells back.

“Wanna go get some breakfast when I’m done?” you call out.

“I’m always down for food!” he cries back, earning a big smile from you as you begin to rid your body of the soap.

“Alright!  I’ll be out soon!”


“Hello, Nebraska!” you say, holding out your arms as the two of you walk out of the breakfast diner, the passerby’s snapping pictures of you two as Matthew grabs your outstretched hand, dragging you to the car and slinging you in.

“Come on!  I got plans, but we need to find an ATM first,” he says.

“An ATM?  We goin’ somewhere that doesn’t take cards?” you ask, your eyebrows hiked up on your forehead as you watch him snap his seat-belt.

“Nope…it’s the nostalgia of it all,” he says, shooting you a beaming smile as he cranks up the car.

Shaking your head as the two of you meander into a small little down, you thrust your hand out the rolled down window as the other begins patting Matthew’s thigh.

“There’s one!  There’s one!”

Feeling him jerk the wheel, your body careening over onto him as he makes his way over to it, he slows down as he pulls up, the two of you exiting the car as you walk up to the display screen.

“How much do I need?” you ask, sticking your card in as Matthew turns his back.

“Let’s go with $100, just to be safe,” he says.

Shaking your head as you furrow your brow, you type in your information and wait for your money, taking it and your card as you step to the side with Matthew repeating the process.

“Can you tell me now?” you beg, jutting your bottom lip out as you bat your eyelashes at him.

“We’re almost there,” he says through his chuckles, making his way for the road again as he continues to travel into town.

Coming down the main road as little shops begin to appear, he snakes his way through the town, stopping for all of the pedestrians as they wave kindly at the two of you before making his way over to a parking space.

“Matthew…where are we?” you ask, looking over at him as he unbuckles his seat-belt.

“Just come on,” he says, cranking the car down and stepping out, your body in quick pursuit as you grab your purse.

Slamming the door shut as you get up on the sidewalk, you take in the various mom-and-pop shops along with a used bookstore, a soda shop, and many thrift stores.

“Matthew…?” you lull, slowly putting the pieces together as your conversation from traveling yesterday slowly comes creeping to the forefront of your mind.

“Pick a place to start,” he says, holding out his arms as you look around you, all of the shops in your view as Matthew turns his head around to you.

“Matthew…” you whisper, tears brimming your eyes as you shake your head, pushing your glasses up onto the bridge of your nose as you sniffle hard.

“Come on,” he says, taking your hand softly in his as he urges you to walk alongside him, your eyes slowly scanning the street full of shops as you come to one simply entitled “Everything.”

“Oh…I wonder what defines ‘Everything’,” you say, looking over at Matthew as he slowly laces his fingers with yours.

“Wanna go see?” he asks, looking down at you as his eyes dance along your face.

“Do I ever,” you smile, pulling him into the shop as you burst through the door, your eye scanning the floor-to-ceiling thrift store full of everything from dishes to clothes to old electronics.

As the two of you break away and venture through the store, your smile bright and your eyes wide as you meander along the outer walls, you find yourself getting lost in the thrill of it all as your gaze lands on an old jewelry box, the fine wood hand-carved with care as you wipe the dust off of the top, your fingertips slowly lifting the lid as you gaze inside.

Looking at the fuzzy mirror as your eyes dance along the velvety interior, your fingers run along an inscription around the inner perimeter of the top.

“To the one who holds my heart.”

And as you find yourself picking it up in your hand, walking it away from the shelf, Matthew appears at your side with a little basket, his arm outstretching as he wiggles it in front of you.

“I see you’ve already found something,” he grins.

“I have,” you say as you slowly lower the box into the basket, “I definitely have.”