You had insomnia. Meaning that you had trouble falling asleep. You had to take melatonin or read books but it didn’t help sometimes. Your roommate, Dior, found you in your bedroom with your lamp on, reading at 1am. She was only up to get a glass of water. “You need help falling asleep?” she asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Come here,” she said in a soft tone, as she lay next to you on the bed.