Jessica definitely wasn’t a light sleeper, but even she could feel when the mattress rose to her left and the bed creaked underneath her. The two of you had been dating since almost the start of college, and had been living together for about a week, so while she didn’t know your sleeping habits yet she figured this couldn’t be normal.

“Sam?” She mumbled, rubbing at her eyes as she quickly sat up to catch you before you ran out. She knew you had your fair share of emotional baggage. You were cagey about your family, about your childhood, and there were strange things like being shirtless or eating anything more than a salad that seemed to make you shift with discomfort. She never pushed. She nudged, yeah. Prodded a little. But she never pushed.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She readjusted your shirt where it had fallen off of her shoulder and frowned up at you.