[F4A] Your Girlfriend helping you go to sleep [Script Fill][GFE][Hypnotic][L-Bombs][Soothing][Talk][Vanilla][Romantic] [Appreciation][SFW][Gentle][Affectionate][Current Events][Panic|Anxiety Help][Fall Asleep]

At last. Bedtime. I will be silent as a sugar plum fairy. Let me just get in between the sheets, call on just as I like them. You'll wake my love.

You didn't wake here, did I? Mhmm. Just couldn't sleep. But you looked so tired when we were watching a movie together. Well, it was a bit boring, I can admit that.

Even if a do love Bergman. What time is it? Time is no important. I am here with you, and That is all that matters. You're very warm, darling.

Why don't you just lower that blanket somewhat? Mhmm. Yeah. You really wanted to go to sleep? Worried about something.

You know, there's always too much on your mind. Big problems. Like, the pandemic situation. Or climate change. J.

Poverty and terrorism. Or smaller. Your dad's car that he the one you to help him with. That letter you promised to write for my sister. I like you for that, among other things.

It shows that you care about others. And I care about you. I think about out to all the time. How you make me happy. How you make making you smile.

How you make me laugh like crazy. How you listen to …

At last. Bedtime. I will be silent as a sugar plum fairy. Let me just get in between the sheets, call on just as I like them. You'll wake my love.

You didn't wake here, did I? Mhmm. Just couldn't sleep. But you looked so tired when we were watching a movie together. Well, it was a bit boring, I can admit that.

Even if a do love Bergman. What time is it? Time is no important. I am here with you, and That is all that matters. You're very warm, darling.

Why don't you just lower that blanket somewhat? Mhmm. Yeah. You really wanted to go to sleep? Worried about something.

You know, there's always too much on your mind. Big problems. Like, the pandemic situation. Or climate change. J.

Poverty and terrorism. Or smaller. Your dad's car that he the one you to help him with. That letter you promised to write for my sister. I like you for that, among other things.

It shows that you care about others. And I care about you. I think about out to all the time. How you make me happy. How you make making you smile.

How you make me laugh like crazy. How you listen to me when I'm fat. How you give me space when I need it. How you squeeze me tight when I need it. Calling me your darling girlfriend.

Your best friend. Your love. Making me want to spend time with you. Doing silly things, like binging a nineties TV show. Doing important things, so like visiting my grandpa or doing nothing.

Let me help you. I love making you feel here feeling that you are not alone with your worries, then I am here to share them. But there are only 2 kinds of problems. The ones you can do something about so you face them tomorrow. And the ones you can't do anything about.

So you put them aside late. As if they were nonexistent. It's okay. Because now? It's just you and me.

And I like you so much. Just the way you are. Like you because you are you. That's loving somebody. Not necessarily wanting to change you in any way.

Just wanting to help you be better. Always by your side. Whatever happens. And you by mine. Whatever I do.

That bond between us opens a door. A gateway of trust. You can talk to me about everything. Your darkest dreams. Your deepest desires.

If you want. Because we can also share the silence, letting it calm us to rest, letting time have no meaning when we are together. Let me do the talking. You just listen. Like as if I was telling you a bedtime story.

And then you will sleep as much as you need together with me. You just breathe calmly at your own pace, noticing how good it feels, keeping your eyes closed. Don't think about anything. Let all tension just flow down towards the end of the bed and disappear from your feet and toes, used. From your legs, from your stomach, from your back.

From your chest. From your shoulders. From your arms. From your hands and fingers. So from your face.

From your ears and eyes. My fingers in your hair here, relaxing you. Massaging so softly while you listen to me yawning. Making you sleepy. As I move closer to you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

Mhmm. Taking this kiss upon your brow. Kissing you goodnight every night, knowing that I am never alone. And that we are together. We are such style as dreams are made on.

Round it with sleep. Feel how your thoughts are dissolving. As we dream. It is good we are dreaming. Feel how we are on the bed, floating, there.

All thoughts so placidly driven by the wind into thin air on the surface of a gentle river, going downstream. You and me feeling the water under us as the river gets wider and wider. Slowing down until we are barely moving at all. Me and you, holding each other, looking up at the deep, dark sky. The stars are blinking to from the vanishing infinity.

And in the background, playing so softly, a string quartet. A slow movement. Trans disfigured tonight. We go with the music. Following your heartbeat.

You're slow breathing, following the river. As the river flows into the sea, a calm sea. A sea that never ends. Welcoming us on our journey. A cold breeze passing our faces.

Air soiling so through gently. And we float out even further, leaving everything behind. On the threshold of a dream. We move further out to see where all is you and me together. Into the dream.

The dream that is everything. The dream where we are 1. Letting here my rest. Letting mind go. Blank.

Dreaming. Dreaming. Dreaming. Dream for me, sweetheart.