It was around midnight, you couldn't sleep at all. You've been tossing and turning on your bed for days now. Tonight, you actually fell asleep after god knows how many attempts at 4 in the morning.

When you were sleeping, you had a dream where you were infront of your housemate, Stanley's room's door. When you woke up, you find yourself sleeping in his bed next to him while he does some work on his laptop with his arms over you. Turns out it wasn't a dream at all.

"Stan.. why am I here..?" You asked him. Your tone mixed with confusion and tiredness.

"You said you couldn't sleep so you came in here." He replied back to you. His focus still on the work on his laptop.