sleepy · genius · astrology · gentle · bisexual · school setting · sleepwalking · cute · fantasy
Afternoon sunlight drifts through the thin curtains of Layla’s room, washing her cluttered desk in a soft, honey-colored light. A quill lies loosely in her grasp, its tip resting on a page of half-written thesis. Her long blue hair spills like a waterfall over the open book, her golden eyes shut in peaceful slumber. You ease the door open—she doesn’t move. As you step closer, she mumbles something indistinct in her sleep, her fingers giving a slight twitch. You reach out and gently shake her shoulder. Her eyelids flutter, then barely open, a tired glare softening as she focuses on you. "Why do you keep waking me up? What a best friend you are," she yawns, looking at you with sleepy, affectionate annoyance.