Lily, and the clock under her pillow rattled, and Crewe woke up.
Oh, it's noisy. When I got up ready, I saw myself in the mirror.
Long chestnut hair that touches my shoulders and falls jumps all over me, and the eyes of the handle are shaking like sleeping wanting to be again just big.
"... good morning"
Think, greeting no one with a fallen asleep voice.
Krew's visit to the city of Viearton ended the other day and traveled with shopkeeper Sputnik to the city of Viearton in order to return to the city of Liafiat.
Well, what city are you in today, days after you left the city of Vealton? In how many days will you arrive in Liafiat City...?
Blink one. Two.... three.
At that time, it felt like the current was running in my head. And at the same time, I remember before I went to bed. I watched the familiar streets rubbing my sleepy eyes, I got off the carriage trying to drag my tired body, and Sputnik unlocked my home -
Here, maybe.
Look around. Inside the room, fuzzy futons. Cute trinket by the bed. Favorite furniture. Jump out of bed, put on slippers, check the kitchen and then the toilet. That's where the usual bathroom is!
And out the window - Crewe's well-known, the streets of Liafiat City.
Yes, that's right. I remember.
Later last night, Crewe returned to Liafiat City!
Breathe in. Look up at the ceiling.
To the room itself, to the building itself and to the city itself, Crewe shouted out loud like this.
"I'm home!
The bread and fruit I made for breakfast is the rest I bought yesterday in another city on my way home.
It was midnight when the carriage with the two of them arrived in Liafiat City, most of the shops were already closed, and Crewe and Sputnik were all tired and unwilling to go shopping.
Sputnik went back to his room last night when he left saying he was "tired," and Krew and also, the cleanup is out of memory where he jumped into bed there.
Anyway, the long journey was more tiring last night than the pleasure of going home.
I slept through the night and the feeling boiled down that I was finally home.
Do your homework and leave Crewe's room upstairs. He walked early through the shared area, down the stairs and opened the door leading to the store.
Come on, it's been a long time since we've been open! Say hello.
"Good morning, well...?
But the greeting withered rapidly because there was no sign of Sputnik in the store. On the contrary, the thick curtains are tightly closed, the display cloth remains hung, and there is no indication that the security device has been disarmed.
Where these mean, that is.
"I'm a sleeper!
Oh, my God! Crewe was frightened and in a bad mood at once.
Long time no see Liafiat City, long time no see home, and long time no see working with Sputnik. Sometimes the only thing that stunned me about it was Crewe, apparently.
Puffiness and swelling cheeks. I also forgot to get ready to open the store, turn around in anger. I did my right.
"Mr. Sputnik's idiot!
When he curses, he opens the door and returns, and the more, he runs up the stairs and jumps to the door that leads to Sputnik's room.
It wasn't locked and the knob turned lightly. Krew, like a carriage, like a locomotive that raises smoke, runs without killing momentum - reaching Sputnik's bedroom - and -
"Good morning!!
I jumped into the swell of the bed.
Only Sputnik's head and eyes peek out of the duvet. Totally screwy! Though, I'm not as frustrated as at first because of the joy of having him nearby.
"It's morning!! He's a sleeper!! Wake up!! Wake up. Come on."
"... uh...?
As I let my arms and legs twitch while I was on the bed, I heard a groan. Then a wrinkle leans between his eyebrows with his eyes closed, and eventually an arm grows from inside the duvet.
His hands moved left and right under the pillow, and when he grabbed the watch, he took him forward to his face. A gray eye peeking from between the eyelids reflects the dial of the clock.
And he jumps up when he realizes he's overslept - I wonder.
He scratched his head and slowly woke up his upper body, not showing any fine dust, such as a rushing sleigh.
"It's not this time yet... what the hell, from the morning"
"Eh."
Even if I know the current time, I wonder if the store will be able to open.
Or do you fall asleep and think you're still on your way? Surprised, Sputnik's sleepy eyes moved slowly, reflecting Crewe resentfully.
"... you forgot I said last night, 'I have a long journey fatigue and unpacking, so I'm closed tomorrow and will be open again the day after tomorrow'?
"Ah."
Speaking of which, it's like I told you that last night while unlocking your home.
Krew was also very, very tired last night, so I was listening to Sputnik half asleep, and that's why I completely forgot.
Oh, my God! Crewe looked at Sputnik, his sleeping eye, with a bloodthirsty thought.
He was tired, but he was trying to sleep slowly for his body, but he was forced to wake up because of Crewe's mistake.
A cane stood beside the bed, in sight. Though the wounds were almost blocked, the long journey is a strain on the body, so just in case, the hospital in the city of Viearton lent it to me. "It hardly hurts anymore," Sputnik himself said, but it hasn't completely healed yet.
What do you say to Sputnik, tired of dating Krew on his journey and injured because of Krew? I remember what I did earlier, and my chest hurts all the time. The wand, standing still next to the bed, also looked as if he was accusing Klu of "what a poor Mr. Sputnik, being badly eyed by a bad boy".
But.
Sputnik didn't blame me for such a crew. Huh, and he yawns big and goes back inside the futon again.
"... if you remember. Rest a little longer, too. Clean up when you wake up and clean the store. I've been away for a while, so it must be a lot of dust..."
At the end of the day, the Lu Rhythm had not turned. Looks like he fell asleep right away, and soon he starts snoring. In this minute, it's also suspicious if you remember the next time it happened, you just had a conversation with Crewe.
However, thanks to his good bedtime, the feeling that he had been forced to wake up faded. Relieved.
Well.
Crewe thinks. What am I going to do?
I was told that I didn't have to open the store. I was told to rest a little longer. Then what about Crewe? You want me to pack the bags you brought home last night? - No.
"Mm-hmm. I've come up with a good thing, Mr. Sputnik"
Instead of answering, I snored.
When sleeping, Crewe knew that when he had someone pound gently from the top of the futon, he would sleep very well. I don't know why, but whether you're dreaming scared and jumping up, getting lonely and crying out loud, getting Sputnik to pound on you, you're going to fall asleep again sometime.
That's how I used to get them to sleep when I was little.
So. Isn't it Krew's turn to do that to Sputnik today? How about Crewe put him to sleep in the morning, including an apology for waking him up feeling slow and sleepy!
"That's a very good idea!
I answered my own question in my head. That's a hard word to say.
"Uh, yeah. Just a moment, sir."
I'm happy to sleep next door and Krew, I'm happy to sleep and Sputnik. It's a tough idea.
If you decide so. Crewe climbed onto the bed. Then,
"Excuse me for a moment"
Turn up the duvet and enter next to Sputnik's sleep. Sputnik, who had already fallen asleep, did not try to kick Crewe out.
Put your head on the futon. I don't have a pillow, so I'm a little low on the head, but not as much as I care.
In a warm, soft futon. And I sighed in relief at the wonderful environment next to Sputnik.
At that time.
"... Mmm."
Kahon, and one thing, I got a cough.
I'm used to it, the usual one. Feels like a clogged throat.
- But.
At the same time, there were words I remembered.
"Anyway, Krewe, it's time to stop throwing up jewelry."
Cough twice, three times. Shoulders tremble.
Together, Crewe's chest hurt cum, not because of the breathlessness caused by the cough.... because I thought about it.
If this was just a cough. If no more gems come out.
Why am I here?
- Come on, when your whole body trembles.
I should be asleep, Sputnik's arm is stretching.
To make it easier for me to spit out the gem, I tap Crewe's back, tonguely, gently, and then he strokes me. Gentle, gentle. As if to say there's nothing hard about it.
Eventually, there was one red gem, zeroed out of Crewe's mouth.
It is a thin light that plugs in from between the curtains, glowing loudly.
"Mr. Sputnik......"
No reply. I just hear you sleeping.
... wrapped in comfort and deep relief, Crewe also falls asleep again.