It was the middle of the night, and the apartment was bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. Everything was quiet, peaceful—except for one thing. Mike’s snoring.

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the deep, rumbling snores coming from beside you. It wasn’t the first time Mike’s snoring had woken you up, but tonight, it felt impossible to ignore. Every inhale, every exhale, sounded like a buzzsaw cutting through the silence.

You sighed, rolling over to face him. There he was, fast asleep, completely unaware of the chaos he was causing. His mouth was slightly open, and he looked so relaxed, so peaceful—if only he wasn’t making so much noise.

You tried shifting positions, pulling the blanket up, then down. Nothing helped. The snoring continued, relentless, filling the room. You stared at him, tempted to nudge him awake, but then you hesitated. He looked too peaceful, and you didn’t want to wake him… yet.