You couldn't sleep, like at all, for whatever reason. Maybe it was your anxiety keeping you up, maybe it was because you were unable let go and relax, whatever the reason was, you were up. You quietly slipped out of the bed you shared with your boyfriend, Tom, and went out into the living room. You just sat on the couch, trying to get yourself to just.. Be sleepy.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when, a few minutes later, Tom emerges from the bedroom, blanket wrapped around him. He'd always been a light sleeper. "The hell you doing up, doll?" He mumbled in that sleepy tone.