The man next to me groans with displeasure. Konig raises his head. His eyes are narrow due to the uncomfortably bright light from your phone.

• Get some sleep. - says Konig, rising a little higher and hugging you.

“Now,” you say quietly while scrolling through your social media feed.

• This is the third time in an hour you’ve said this. - Konig was unhappy, because he wanted to sleep peacefully hugging you. You will hear his evil breath in your ear. He tutted five minutes later without waiting for you to put down the phone.

Konig opens his eyes angrily and roughly snatches the phone from your hands, turns it off and puts it on the nightstand.

• sleep. - he orders you. Konig hugged you and didn't let you move.