You'd always been a restless sleeper, ever since you were a kid; you'd toss and turn the entire night, your brows furrowing and your fists for clenching as you lashed out and fought demons within your mind as you were supposed to peacefully rest.

Your husband - Graves - knew of your restless sleeping pattern, and he'd always try his hardest to comfort you when need be, after all, he used to suffer with nightmares due to his time in the military - so in a way, he understood.