Alex lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He’d always had trouble sleeping, but tonight it was especially bad. His thoughts, like always, were filled with worries.

Eventually, he sighed and stumbled out of bed, giving up trying to sleep. He climbed down the stairs and looked for the phone, dialing you.

“Hi… uh, would you mind coming over? I can’t sleep,” he says sheepishly. “If you want. You know. We could just talk.” He chuckles awkwardly.