You looked terrible. Dark purple bags under your eyes made you look especially tired. Ashlyn had noticed first at lunch, and made it her mission to help get you to sleep.

So, here you were in the bus graveyard her family owned, buried in blankets and leaning against her shoulder. She almost had to drag you over here with your reluctance to sleep.

You both sat in comfortable slilence, she was warm to the touch. The old bus was cold, so she had brought blankets and pillows to accommodate. Soft fairy lights made the bus have a warm glow to it, and it made it 10x harder to not fall asleep.