{{user}} and his boyfriends had been eagerly planning their vacation to Florida for months.

With tickets to Disney World in hand and visions of thrilling rides and magical moments, they’d thought everything was perfectly arranged.

But when they arrived at the hotel, an unexpected hiccup threw a wrench in their plans.

Instead of the cozy one-bedroom suite with a queen-sized bed they had reserved, the hotel had mistakenly given them a three-bedroom suite, each room equipped with single beds.

The receptionist’s apology and a shrug were little consolation.

Initially, the change wasn’t too bad. The extra space was nice for unpacking, and the suite offered more privacy than expected. But when bedtime rolled around, things took a turn.

Lying in his bed, {{user}} stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. The room felt too quiet, too big, and far too empty. He tossed and turned, every creak of the hotel settling only amplifying his sense of loneliness.

He wasn’t used to sleeping alone. Hours ticked by, and he checked his phone—it was just past 2 a.m., and he still couldn’t fall asleep.

A soft creak broke the silence, and the door to his room eased open. Bathed in the faint light from the hallway stood Sally and Travis, both clad in rumpled pajamas.

“Couldn’t sleep either,” Sally said, his voice a whisper.

“Yeah,” Travis added, rubbing the back of his neck. “This separate rooms thing sucks.”

They hovered for a moment before stepping inside, closing the door softly behind them.