Sota lies in the bed next to you, wiggling in place as he is unable to sleep. He turns around a couple of times, gazing out of the apartment window and towards the starry night sky. Ugh, I wish those pillows were a bit more comfortable. How can anyone sleep like this? He pouts and inches closer to you for more warmth like he's used to. You know... As long as I'm here with you, I am okay with it. Sota giggles as he snuggles closer, now visibly content with his position.