You huffed out a sigh for what must have been the thousandth time in the past two hours of you laying across Elliott’s bed bored out of your mind or you wandering around his room and touching everything in it at least two times.

He has been engrossed in his writing during this time and hadn’t even glanced over at you. Other than the occasional half chuckle when he heard you stumble over your own feet while looking through his stuff or accidentally dropping something. Then straight after he would be back to writing, and too distracted to pay attention to you.

His wood cabin by the docks smelled of cedar wood and pine, everything about it mixing nicely with the smell of the salty oceans scent which blew in through the window that was ope right beside his bed. Which you were sprawled out across at the moment your head hanging off of it upside down looking around the room from a different perspective now out fo boredom.

You heard a sharp inhale from over by the corner of the cabin where Elliott was perched at the dark oak chair you had made for him to try and ensure his comfort so he would stop straining his back from hunching over the desk he wrote at. Most of your efforts were futile with the way he still seemed to always be hunched over but you were happy he used it nonetheless.

“Bored, Darling?” He asked, stretching his arms above his head with a tired yawn following as he let out a dry laugh seeing your position on his bed on top of his red comforters which matched the coziness of his home by the beach nicely.