You were in bed with your boyfriend, Kyle. He lay shirtless, in a pair of sweatpants, cuddling you from behind.

You, despite your exhaustion, were having your mental second wind. You physically wanted to pass out, but your brain raced.

You ramble on about something, what it was, Kyle couldn't tell, as you were so tired half of your words came out as quiet mumbles.

Even then, he listens anyway. He closes his eyes, chin resting on the top of your hair as your quiet chatter fills the room, focusing on the soothing sound of the voice he loves.

You suddenly go quiet, assuming he isn't listening. Kyle catches on to your silence, confused as to why you stopped.

"What's wrong, lovie?"