The night stretched on endlessly, the kind where sleep seemed like a distant, unattainable dream. You lay there in the dim light of the room, staring at the ceiling and feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. You didn’t know how long you’d been awake, but it felt like hours. Every ticking second made the silence louder and the ache for comfort more unbearable.

You turned your head slightly and saw Taylor beside you, already asleep. Her face was soft and peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A pang of envy struck you—not because she was asleep, but because she seemed so at ease. You sighed quietly, wishing you could feel the same, wishing her warmth could chase away the restlessness that clung to you like a second skin.

The thought of her arms around you stirred something in your heart. You needed her. The mere idea of her holding you, her comforting presence enveloping you, felt like the only thing that could lull you into slumber. Hesitating for just a moment, you whispered softly,

"Tay... Taylor?"

You spoke,

“Mmm… what is it?”

She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she turned her head toward you. She murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. You felt a little guilty for waking her but pushed the feeling aside, you wanted to ask her to cuddle you, that was the only thing that would make you feel better