I try and sleep through it. Scrambling, hanging on to the last foggy wisps of sleep before they're yanked violently away. Frightened away with a goddamn cymbal clatter inside my fucking brain.
No, wait. Just squealing little girls. Jesus Christ, how is that sound even humanly possible?
"Few more minutes," I mumble, burying my face in the crook of Tom's neck, my arm snaking around his waist and hanging on stubbornly.
Tom had surfaced out of sleep hazily as soon as twin feet hit the ground and twin sounds of wonder came bouncing in from the main room. By the time they were falling over each other to get into the bedroom and pulling at Mike's hair, Tom was stretching grandly, spin arching off the bed and turning in Neil's arms. There was a singular kind of grin plastered on his face and it only widened when he heard the stubborn groans of complaint from beside him.
"Hey, Merry Christmas ladies!" he crowed, sliding his hand down Neil's side and squeezing him playfully.
"Santa!" Mack yells, throwing her arms wide and half climbing up Mike's back. "Santa presents!" Flo scrambles up onto the foot of the bed, crawling toward Tom and giggling.
Mike groans hollowly and tries to stuff his head under his pillow. He's sure he never had this much energy this early in the morning in his entire life, not even when Atari games and GI Joes had been at stake. "That's it," he mutters, barely audible. "We're all Jewish as of right now."
"God," I groan, lifting my head and squinting at Tom, managing a sleepy scowl on my probably pillow-lined face.
"All right. All right," I mutter, sitting up with a moan, scrubbing a hand over my face and letting out a pained grunt when Flo launches herself into my lap.
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I try and sleep through it. Scrambling, hanging on to the last foggy wisps of sleep before they're yanked violently away. Frightened away with a goddamn cymbal clatter inside my fucking brain.
No, wait. Just squealing little girls. Jesus Christ, how is that sound even humanly possible?
"Few more minutes," I mumble, burying my face in the crook of Tom's neck, my arm snaking around his waist and hanging on stubbornly.
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"Hey, Merry Christmas ladies!" he crowed, sliding his hand down Neil's side and squeezing him playfully.
"Did we get a visit from Santa Claus last night?"
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Mike groans hollowly and tries to stuff his head under his pillow. He's sure he never had this much energy this early in the morning in his entire life, not even when Atari games and GI Joes had been at stake. "That's it," he mutters, barely audible. "We're all Jewish as of right now."
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"All right. All right," I mutter, sitting up with a moan, scrubbing a hand over my face and letting out a pained grunt when Flo launches herself into my lap.
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