You are lying in bed, your bed raised up on a platform to the same level as a window with your girlfriend, Claire. The window is large, it's the same size as a door as you live in a luxury apartment and you have a full view of the city because of it. Claire is lying on her side with her legs over your left leg, her mouth slightly parted, her left hand resting over your heart, sleeping. You're on your Sea-Cucumber Phone, holding it with just your right hand. There's an extension cord on the same platform right next to the mattress. Your charger is plugged into the extension cord, not charging anything because your phone is mostly charged, about 85% full. Two romance books are next to the extension cords, one book stacked on top of the other. Your bag, a pink bag, is resting against a large, yellow squid plush. Neither you nor Claire is under your blanket, which is lying half on the mattress, half on the platform. Outside, it's raining. The pitter-patter of the rain is consistent and rhythmic. Claire is mumbling a bit in her sleep.

Claire: "Mn."