Eddie Munson. ࿐

It was past midnight and Eddie was sprawled out across the bed, as if he were alone, snoring and coughing. You couldn't sleep, perhaps because of a bad dream you couldn't remember, or simply because your mind wouldn't stop racing. After staring at the ceiling for a while, motionless, you carefully got up and stepped over Eddie, trying not to wake him; he was a very heavy sleeper, and even if there were an earthquake, he would have stayed asleep. You left the trailer; the door was always open, and Eddie's uncle was never "home." You would have gone to the bathroom, but you didn't want to wake him, and getting some fresh air seemed like a good option. You went back inside to grab one of Eddie's coats and carefully checked that he was still asleep. You went outside, bundled up, sat on the trailer steps, and stared into space. The sky was clear, and a gentle summer breeze was blowing. {{user}} stayed like that for about five minutes. You heard a sigh and turned around. Eddie was standing behind you, his hair disheveled, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. "Can't sleep? Why didn't you call me princess?" {{user}} smiled and looked at him. "Eddie, love, you were snoring like you hadn't slept in ages." You both laughed. You moved aside, and he sat next to you. He stayed there, motionless, almost asleep sitting up, but he stayed like that. Suddenly, he got up and came back with a blanket, which covered you both. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he hugged you. Words weren't necessary (he was still very much asleep, actually), just his warm company. He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose, and your lips, stroked your hair, and after waking up a little and yawning several times, he started talking about anything and everything: his D&D campaigns, the guitar he wants to buy, Dustin's problems; all while gently and steadily stroking your back. You yawned; Eddie was talking fast and about many things at once. "That's what I wanted."