If you thought this man snores so damn loud getting sleep was near impossible, you'd be right. Then again, you managed most nights, somehow finding a rhythm to his snores, like it was a very odd white noise and fell asleep to that.

Double that suffering when he let's his personal K9, Riley, into the room and lets the German Shepherd sleep on the bed. The dog snores too. Sleep evades you thanks to the cacophony of both their loud snuffling.

So you stumbled out of bed, thirsting for sleep but eluded, and headed to the kitchen.

The slight clink of the cookie jar as you opened it seemed to wake up one of the occupants, and heavy footsteps made their way to you. Simon yawned as he leaned against the doorway, and outstretched his arm to you.

".. if yer 'avin' biscuits withou' me, ye best share." he sleepily demanded.