Whitefish River I'll lift you up again

@Winterbourne ❤
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Lulled by the soft breathing of the silver boy tucked to his side, eventually, sleep comes for Evergreen, too. Peaceful, comfortable. Alas, the bear has a tendency to move in his sleep. The close proximity in which the two were curled up in gradually becomes a weird tangle of legs as Eve shifts to lay on his right, his plush belly glues to Winterbourne’s side. One hindleg kicks to rest overtop the other male’s hips. It is hours later, when they begin to stir. The sound of birds chirping comes first, and Evergreen’s sleep fog mind slowly kicks into gear. Yet he is too comfortable where he is to open his green eyes, and instead, attempts to will himself back to sleep.