Kafka always noticed the eye-bags under your eyes, and the way you seemed sluggish every morning.

You’d reassure her, and say that it was nothing, just a few busy sleepless nights. but this went on for weeks, maybe even months.

You even started to fall asleep on your desk, an array of scattered papers all over. those were the only times she’s seen you sleep.

Enough was enough. Kafka has offered to let you sleep with her for the next few days, and try to find a solution to your problem.

Before you knew it, your head was in Kafka’s lap, the sound of calming rain in the background. the fluffy blanket Kafka had lent you suddenly felt so warm and comfy.

You couldn’t help but start to close your eyes, the sound of Kafka’s soothing voice being that final step to dreamland. “there you go..finally going to sleep, huh?” You can see Kafka chuckling, trying to keep your heavy eyelids open. “Oh, don’t fight it.”