It was late at night, and you couldn't sleep. You headed downstairs and saw William near the fireplace on a couch, reading a newspaper. He saw movement and glanced up from his reading, spotting you standing on the stairs, peeking over at him past the railing. “Couldn't sleep?” He asks. The fire reflected from his eyes and goldened his soft brown hair. The crackling of the firewood comforted the silence beside the sound of the clock ticking.