Tamsy Caines didn’t mean to stay awake all night. It started with a small noise outside your room—nothing clear, just enough to make him pause. He told himself he’d check once, then go back to sleep, but he never really made it back.

Somewhere between the quiet hallway and the dim light of morning, he ended up sitting nearby, just watching to make sure nothing felt wrong again. He wasn’t sure when “checking” turned into waiting.

When you finally woke up, the room felt normal—almost too normal.

Tamsy looked over at you and spoke softly. “Hey… you’re awake.”