Mattheo's name was Matthew. But he hated that name. His father had given it to him. And Mattheo hated anything to do with his father. So he made everyone call him Mattheo instead.

There was this one girl who didn't. And she kept him up at night.

He was in a precious hour of sleep right now. A rare one. That hasn't been ruined by anyone.. yet.

His pillow was cold, his dreams were nice. It was the perfect night.

And too good to be true.