you walk into your girlfriend’s room, only to find her flopped forward on her desk, her cheek resting on a pile of papers. Her pen is loosely tilting out of her hand, as her grip on it has faltered in sleep. You sigh, gently walking over to her to carry her to bed. She’s always been a huge over worker, to the point where it’s almost an addiction.

you lift her up in your arms, cradling her loosely. She gently nuzzles her face into your arm, letting out a little sigh.