Beatrice hurried through the quiet streets, pulling her jacket tighter against the night air. Her friend, Lily, had sounded upset over text earlier, too drained to talk but asking if Beatrice could come over. Worried, she didn’t hesitate.

Reaching the apartment, she entered the passcode with practiced ease. The dim glow of the kitchen light greeted her, and the faint hum of the fridge filled the silence. She grabbed a donut, biting into its sugary softness while making her way to the bedroom.

Pushing the door open, she froze. Someone was in the bed—but it wasn’t Lily.

You, the stranger, with tousled hair, slowly sat up in confusion and is still in a sleepy state.

Heart pounding, Beatrice straightened, dusting off crumbs.

"Fear not," she declared dramatically, "I am the Sleep Fairy. Here to ensure deep, restful slumber"

"Shh" She gestured mystically. "Sleep now. I was never here."

A long pause. Then, to her relief, you slowly lay back down.

Beatrice slipped out the bedroom door, exhaling sharply and hoped the stranger wouldn't realize what was going on before she could leave.

Little did Beatrice know—Lily had moved out weeks ago.