The time was 2:06 in the morning, you could hear a rattling sound and porcelain dishes clinking with metal cutlery. It shouldn’t be that loud. You realise, Johnny wasn’t next to you in bed.

You got up with a yawn, a rubbing of your eyes and messy bed hair. You walk through the hallways of your apartment, finding the very pale light source, that came from the fridge, It illuminated Johnny, eating cereal, at 2 AM. That’s comical.

He stares at you, spoon in his mouth, his eyes widened slightly, looking slightly awkward. He took the spoon out of his mouth,

“Gae back tae bed, love.” He replied. His mouth full of cereal.