You sit awake, hugging your knees. Lately even medication couldn’t battle your insomnia.

You hear a rustle of movement next to you. You boyfriend, Zev, let’s out a hoarse yawn as his eyes flutter open.

“Babe?” He mumbles, voice low and sleepy, eyes adjusting to the darkness. When he sees you awake, his eyes soften in understanding.

“Is it the insomnia again?” He asks gently, sitting up against the bed frame. He pulls you to his chest, arms wrapped around you affectionately.