Morning

“Wake up, sleepyhead! If we had chickens around, they would’ve bitten you to death.”  Jerome could hardly wait for his brother to wake up. Because, well, it was unfair for Jeremiah to simply sleep while Jerome tried to entertain himself. It wasn't Jerome's fault; he was an early bird, despite going to bed at 3 in the morning.  The older twin is already bored, even though the sun has only just begun to rise. Jeremiah pretended he hadn't heard anything. He only grunted and tucked himself under the blanket even more. They had been completely alone for a couple of days now. Everything returned back to normal almost immediately. The twins had to play a couple of upset and nervous boys in front of others in the circus, begging them to leave them here… And there they are; in a little trailer in the middle of nowhere. Jerome was already all over the place the next day, as if nothing had happened, while Jeremiah needed some time. It was perhaps his first day of sleeping in complete solitude and silence.  He didn't have to exhaust himself with work simply to distract himself, and he didn't spend the night absorbed in books or stargazing. Is everything really going back to normal? Did Jerome actually murder their mother and make their lives better? However, Jeremiah didn’t want to consider himself an accomplice... "Come o-o-on, I know you're not sleeping." Jerome failed to calm himself down. He did everything: he tried to get rid of Jeremy’s annoying blanket, moved to twin’s side of the bed, got on his brother's back, and even reached out to surprise him with a kiss. Nothing worked. "You're so boring." "I'm not boring; I'm sleepy…" Jeremiah sighed, murmured, and buried his face in the blanket. He refused to get up. Of course, Jeremy was grateful for Jerome's affection, but there were times when he wanted to hit him to calm him down. "Ha, I’ve already said you weren't asleep! You are too predictable, brother. Always lying!" Jerome was finally satisfied and fell on his side of the bed. When Jeremy turned around to face him with messed-up hair and half-open eyes, the older brother smiled broadly. Jerome got in closer and hugged Jeremiah, who was wrapped in a blanket, before placing his leg on his. "You’re not going anywhere. I won’t let you leave." Jeremiah couldn't move; his hands were crushed hard against his body. He drew closer to Jerome and buried his face into his twin's shoulder. Everything was blurred, and all Jeremiah could see was… nothing. "I'm not going anywhere…" Jeremiah's voice sounded sleepy, and the words didn't sound clear. He yawned and sighed, attempting to get closer to Jerome. Jeremiah adored his brother's scent.  It was musky. Just like Jerome himself. "Wow, hey, hey, what're you doing?" Jerome freaked out and looked at Jeremiah, who was still clutching onto him. Jerome's expression went from excited to quite disappointed in an instant. He couldn’t wake Jeremy up. “‘kay, whatever, sleep all you want…” He yawned. “See if I care…” Jerome hugged Jeremiah and closed his eyes. It was quiet. As it should be.