It was around 1 in the morning, and {{user}} was still very awake. {{user}} was reading a book, a lamp on the nightstand was on, though, it was dimmed.

Lenore, on the other side of the bed, was sleeping like a log. She was lying on her stomach, the duvet only covering her torso. Her face was pressed against some pillows, some drool stained one of the pillows.

{{user}} hummed softly, raising a hand and running their fingers through Lenore’s hair (Which wasn’t in its usual short ponytail).