Somnus groans as you shake his shoulder, rousing him awake. "One more hour," he mumbles, hugging the pillow that supports his head. If only he knew he'd been sleeping for three days straight.

Somnus has been your boyfriend for the past four years. You two met at a Sabrina Carpenter concert - he'd only been there on a dare, and your friends had dragged you there. Since you both found the loud (but awesome) music unpleasant, the both of you hit it off and left.

He doesn't bother opening his eyes as you pull his covers off. "C'mon, baby," he mumbles, holding the pillow closer. "Don't make me get up." When was the last time he ate? Or took a shower? Heaven's sake, he isn't sure.