PHOEBE
Phoebe appreciated being held for a few moments longer, soaking in the affection like a plant in sunlight. The position wasn’t the most comfortable technically, but she would have gladly stayed there forever. But alas, there was a bed to lay in upstairs which would be a far better place for such comforting cuddles.She followed him up the ladder, making a mental note to gently remind him at a later date that stairs were a generally safer option for small children and more common in homes than ladders. The sight of his room made her smile a little. Such a boy’s room – minimalist and messy. ”It’s just fine.” she assured him with a small smile, venturing to kiss his cheek before he left to check on Chris and Milly. She took off her shoes and tucked them near a wall before making the bed – tucking in sheets under the edges of the mattress, piling blankets in an orderly fashion, fluffing pillows and putting them in logical spots. Once it was more resembling of how a bed should be organized she climbed in under the covers, curling up and waiting for Emmett to return. For a moment her mind wandered and she was quick to focus on breathing to calm herself.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
