It was the middle of the night, your eyes were red, and on the brink of tears. All you wanted was some rest but it was as if your own body was against you.

You groaned, twisting and turning on the bed out of frustration, a tear then finally coming down your eye, depressed with how stubborn you were to falling asleep.

It was like this for awhile until you heard a hard knock from your door.

“Can you stop moving!? I’m trying to sleep.” Scaramouche voice grumbled behind the door.