Sleeping to Dream... by lost_marble

Sleeping to Dream

Disclaimer: This is not my song--it belongs to the fabulous Jason Mraz--and these are not my characters (obviously...if they were, it wouldn't be a FAN fic, now would it? Though, owning sesshomaru might not be so bad...)

The fire burned warm on the cool night. The campsite was asleep, with the exception of a lone figure, illuminated by the fire. Her blue-gray eyes were unfocused as she stared through the flames towards someone miles away...

Her headphones blasted the end of a heavy metal song, then the music became more gentle. She glared at the disc man as though it had betrayed her, and then sighed.

'This song isn't helping...at all. I was hoping that the music would take my mind off of him...but apparently it's only going to make things worse. I can't hear this song without relating to it...'

I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you

I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town

'...every time I fall asleep...without fail...I dream of waking up with that silver head on the pillow beside me, and running my fingers through it, tracing his face to memorize it before he wakes...'

I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes

And they all fall down.

'...I used to dream of being with Inuyasha, but that crumbled after he made it clear that he still felt for Kikyo...just because she was his first love, that doesn't mean it hurt any less. She is nothing but grave dirt and ash, and I am made to feel like the copy!...but, as they say, time heals all wounds...' She leans back and closes her eyes, seeing, as though burned into her memory, the smooth silver hair and skin so white that he either looked like one of the dead or an angel. 'The latter,' she decides, remembering how the light made a halo around his head. The only thing marring his marble skin was the missing arm, and the purple marks.

As I lay me down tonight,

I close my eyes and what a beautiful sight

She gave a small, sad smile, unseen by anyone but the trees and the stars. 'I think I would love him less if he were utterly perfect...perhaps this is my curse? To love men that I can only have in my dreams?'

I'm sleeping to dream about you

I'm so tired of having to live without you

So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

The young girl shifted in her seat, and stretched her legs closer to the fire. The night air held a chill that raised goose bumps on her arms. She yawned and shivered, partially due to the cold, but also because it was late, and she was at the point when she was so tired that each yawn sent tremors down her spine. '...but I'm not quite ready to sleep, yet. It's not that I dread seeing him, because...oh...I don't! it's just that...it's so impossible, and every dream only makes me want to be with him more'

I found myself in the riches (Your eyes, your lips, your hair.) Well you were everywhere)

'...but that line is...too perfect' the girl laughs ruefully, the sound disturbing the silence of the forest surrounding her. The small form on her sleeping bag shifts in its sleep, and curls its tail around itself for warmth. 'His silver hair, and eyes that defy description as anything other than pure, molten gold...and now I sound like a lovesick schoolgirl.' Another rueful laugh. This time, the red form in the tree above her opens one amber eye, but, his ears swiveling, catches no sound or scent that should cause alarm, and settles back into his slumber.

But I woke up in the ditches. I hit the light and I thought you might be here

But you were nowhere. You were nowhere at home.

'...The problem with dreaming about him is definitely the waking up part. Either I wake up here, lying on the grimy ground with a crick in my neck, or at home, in bed, but alone. And it never fails, I always look over, half awake, squinting in whatever light is available, expecting to see him beside me, or to feel the warmth in the bed where he had been ...but nothing. Cold and empty..." but her eyes drooped, as they had been doing for some time now, and this time, she could barely open them again. Reluctantly, she stumbled to her sleeping bag, moving over the little fox kit to make room for her nearly comatose body...

As I lay me back to sleep

Lord I pray that I can keep

Sleeping to dream about you

I'm so tired of having to live without you

So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

She yawned, shivered, and curled around the fox kit, enjoying the warmth, but half wishing it were the warmth of another, larger body. As she drifted off, a single tear slid down her cheek, catching the warm light of the fire and the colder light of the stars as it traced its way to her pillow.

It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night.

Miles away, a demon lord smiled in his sleep, seeing blue-gray eyes and a half-sad smile, and wiped the tear away...

Sleeping to dream about you

I'm so tired of having to live without you

So I'm sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

And the the last notes of music faded, with no one to hear but the stars and the trees...

Thank you to all who read! please R&R...I haven't done this much before, and I'd like to know what yall would be interested in reading...