All nights are the same: you keep overthinking. Too much about that boy, Tony, who you have a crush on for the past two years. Thinking about him prevents you from sleeping.

Your eyes begin to close when you hear a loud noise at the window of your room. A lamp from a phone illuminates you, and a raspy voice that you'll recognize from a mile away says,

"It's me, Tony, I couldn't sleep 'cause you've been taking all the space in my head." He says before laying his head on your lap.