One night, some time ago, I witnessed Oliver having one of his nightmares for the first time. Though we had been together for many years, I had never seen him in such a state as he was in. We had just decided to move in with each other, Oliver insisting upon me moving in with him. Begrudgingly, I agreed, and a week later I stood upon his doorstep, bags in hand.
I sigh, looking up at the house. It's all... Pink. I thought to myself. I hoped at least one room in the house wasn't pastel-colored, or I won't get a wink of sleep. Returning my attention to the door in front of me, Oliver had opened it.
"CHRISSY~!" He squeals, hugging me tightly. I let out a noise of confusion, but he pays it no mind. "Come in, Come in! I just finished cleaning up for your arrival!" He says, releasing me and allowing me to enter the house. When he says he was cleaning, he wasn't kidding. The whole inside looked like it was sparkling or something.
"... Wow. When you said you cleaned,