you had a tendency to overwork yourself, staying up late, typing away at your computer, it was a miracle your pupils weren’t rectangles, your back being a cause of discomfort with how often you were hunched over.

that was until your boyfriend john picked you up, chucked you over his shoulder and marched you to the bed. “Och. You know I hate seeing you so tired, let me take care of ya, just for a wee bit Bonnie.” his words clearly weren’t up for debate, he was insistent