merriman | (no subject)

I'm sure this has been done, which is why it's staying here, and not getting posted anywhere else just yet. I figured, since I'm UP and all...

It's anthropomorfic, Insomnia and Sleep. Pretty obvious setup, no sex, just cuddling.

Insomnia curled up in front of the television and flipped channels for five hours until Sleep finally padded out from the bedroom and sat down next to him. There was an infomercial for detergent on, but Insomnia had given up on paying attention when Comedy Central had stopped airing actual shows.

They sat together in silence for some time, entranced by the soft lull of the over-enthusiastic announcer waxing poetic about stain dissolving power. When the audience gasped in collective marvel at the blindingly white blouse held aloft for their adoration, Sleep leaned over and whispered to Insomnia.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

Insomnia shoved Sleep away, determined to see what amazing product would be showcased next. Sleep pouted and yawned, then whispered again.

"You'll have the best dreams. I promise. And when you wake up, you'll feel refreshed." But by now Insomnia wasn't even listening. Insomnia knew what he wanted. He wanted to stay right where he was. Closing his eyes might be nice. A lot of things might be nice. Cuddling into Sleep's warm embrace under a thick blanket might be nice. Staying in the living room, with the television droning in the background however, was easier. When Sleep leaned over a third time to try and tempt Insomnia to give up and follow him into the bedroom, Insomnia grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him to the arm of the sofa.

"I'm not going to bed. I am going to stay right here. You can stay, or you can go, but I'm watching television, and that's that." Insomnia hissed as Sleep stared at him with a pitying look in his eyes. Insomnia scowled and let go of Sleep to slide to the other end of the sofa and glare at the end of the infomercial.

A new jazzy tune introduced an identical annoouncer who seemed to be hawking a method for removing unwanted grey hair. Insomnia sat back and relaxed, unsurprised when Sleep came crawling back over to rest his head in Insomnia's lap. Soon enough, Sleep's eyes drooped closed and his breathing grew soft and regular. Insomnia idly rubbed Sleep's shoulder and kept his eyes on the television while listening for the sounds of birds waking with the dawn.