310 •~•Chapter 130•~•

Dream ends up falling asleep, which is a good thing because he needs the rest, although this means he is awake at the ass crack of dawn from sleeping way too early the day before, just existing.

He can't fall back asleep and it is too early to try to do anything meaningful, he is too lazy to clean up when it is so cold, his stomach rumbles though so that gives him an idea of what he could spend the next couple hours doing.

He gets up to brush his teeth first, throwing away his covers and shivers at the cold draft that envelopes him, sniffing erratically.

He had a cold from falling asleep in the tub the day before, his nose was partially clogged and dripping at the same, it was horrifying.

He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his way to the bathroom and blows into it, the cold was going to fuck up his nose for a while.

He sighs miserably, going to brush his teeth anyway and to wash the grime off his face.