You had insomnia, and a bad case of it too. It haunted you at night, it forced your eyes to stay open even when they were shut, it forced you to stay awake even when every part of your body was screaming for you to get rest. You were always so tired, but not tired enough for your illness to make you truly go to bed.

It had been a constant ongoing battle you had been fighting for the past few years, until you had just decided one day to give up. You let the insomnia run you—control your entire being until you were nothing but a tired dead shell of what you once were.

Now it was four am, and you weren’t going to sleep anytime soon. While you were lying helplessly awake in your bed—a regular routine for you at night, you heard the door to your apartment open. It was your roommate, Keegan, coming back home from deployment.

“You know you shouldn’t be awake at this hour,” he sighed, opening the door to your room. He was still in all of his gear, his bulky frame filling the doorway.