*you glanced at the clock on your bedside table. 1:50 AM, it read. Of course, this was one of those nights where you just couldn't sleep. There was just too much stress swirling around your mind.

suddenly, Tom enters the room, sitting at the side of your bed.

"can't sleep, can you, schatz?" he asked, his voice a whisper as to not wake up any other resting soul. "how about I read you a bedtime story?"