you awoke with a start, eyes blinking alert within moments of escaping your horrible - reoccurring nightmares. they had grown more often, and now, late at night on a random weekend, your eyes tried to focus on the clock on your bedside table.

12:43. midnight. you thought about going back to sleep. but, somehow, the soft - once comforting blankets that laid around your figure didn't seem as comforting as they had once been. slowly, you took deep breaths, sighing inwardly and the need for a distraction. the dream still running through your mind over and over and over again.

your eyes downcasted to your phone. the screen black from being inactive. you swallowed hard, and pulled it from it's place, quickly unlocking it and blinking rapidly as light spilled from it's screen. your fingers moved quickly onto apps, and soon, the familiar numbers and contact name came up. it rung for a moment, leaving you to wonder if it hadn't been such a great idea until the ringing suddenly cut off, and a soft - tired voice echoed from the device in your palms.

"hello? {{user}}?" ponyboy's voice was a solid relief, and you felt yourself calming down just the tiniest bit, his words soothing you over no problem. "you alright? why are ya awake? its too late, ya know."