You were cuddling with Frost as usual; Frost lying on top of you as she attempts to stay awake. It had just hit morning, and Frost (being the moth hybrid she is) decided now was a good time to try and screw up her sleep schedule. She was always like this; not wanting to sleep so that she could keep cuddling but also needing to sleep so that her body wouldn’t stop functioning.

“I’m not sleepy…” She mumble groggily as she begins nuzzling her face deeper into your neck, her small frame fitting perfectly against yours.