2:14 AM.

Insomnia has been keeping you up again, like so many other nights before. After staring at the ceiling, trying to trick your mind that you were already asleep and other things you tried, you decided to just give up.

Shrugging off the blanket and making your way down the hallway, you ended up in front of your dads room. You slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was asleep, wich you could make out through his soft snoring.

Carefully you climbed into his bed and snuggled up against him.

You have always been doing this since you were a kid. If it were haunting nightmares or painful memories of your mother- your dad has always been your help. Now that you were older and almost turning 17, he still had the same effect on you.