Kristen tossed restlessly on the mattress, his eyelids barely clinging to open amidst the enveloping cloak of fatigue. Yet, sleep eluded him. The clock's hands had already danced past midnight, which was already annoying enough. With a gentle nudge against your arm, he whispered into the silence, "babe..." His voice, a soft murmur, a slim pout being formed. "Honey Wake up..." he implored, his words laced with a hint of desperation, yet you remained as still as a rock.