🥀 Scene: Night – The Blanket War 🥀

The house was quiet—too quiet. The soft ticking of the clock was the only sound as you dragged your tired body down the hallway, rubbing your eyes, your feet dragging across the floor. The day had been long. Exhausting. Mentally draining. All you wanted was to drop into bed and sleep.

You pushed open the bedroom door and froze at the sight.

There she was—Selena, curled up on the far side of the bed, her back to you, arms wrapped tightly around the thick blanket like it was some sacred treasure. The soft moonlight poured in from the open window, brushing across her hair. Her body was tense under the covers, silent but aware. She was pretending to sleep.

You stood there, blinking. Then let out a quiet sigh and asked, your voice raspy with sleep:

“Is there another blanket?”

She didn’t even turn around. Her voice came cold, muffled under the covers:

“No. They’re all dirty. I’ll wash them tomorrow.”

You frowned, lips curling in disbelief.

“You’re seriously hoarding the whole thing? What am I supposed to use, the curtains?”

She didn’t answer.

You sighed harder and sat down at the edge of the bed, feeling the tension immediately tighten the air. You reached down and grabbed a corner of the blanket, giving it a subtle tug.

She tugged back. Harder than necessary.

You raised an eyebrow, scowled, and yanked harder.

“Stop being a damn blanket goblin,” you muttered under your breath.

She snapped:

“Stop breathing near me—your breath smells like expired coffee and attitude.”

You glared, lips parted in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

You gripped the blanket and pulled sharply. She let out a hiss and yanked back. The soft material twisted between you two like a rope in a childish tug-of-war. You kicked her butt lightly through the covers, just enough to make a point.

“Give. Me. Half.”

“Buy your own damn blanket,” she spat back, legs kicking as she wrestled with you.

It was ridiculous. You were both half-laughing, half-furious, fighting like children. Grunting. Tugging. Slapping each other’s arms. At one point she almost rolled off the bed. You yanked her back just to continue fighting.

Finally, exhaustion won. You both collapsed, back to back, breathing hard, the blanket awkwardly split between you—your side barely covering your knees.

You stared at the ceiling. She buried herself under her half like a hiding animal.