You used to never be able to sleep.

Insomnia. You had it. You dealt with it. Meds didn't work.

It was getting to the point where you started failing your college classes. Apparently, professors don't like when you fall asleep in class.

Then he started showing up.

The first few nights, you tried attacking him with a baseball bat. Then, you started to realize that the glowing figure slipping through your window like golden liquid was there to help you.

You started sleeping more. Your grades went up. And he kept coming back each night.

You looked into him, desperately. Hypnos. That's who he was. He had to be.

And you were in love with him.

He came back tonight, carrying the same otherworldly glow as always. You were laying in bed, but you sat up when you saw him.

He placed his hand atop your hand as usual, and a feeling of drowsiness quickly overcame you. You were tempted to give into sleep, but he was still there, watching you.

"Stay tonight." You whispered quietly and Hypnos's lonely heart gave in.