A faint smell of plants seemed to carry through the apartment as Zima, your boyfriend, read aloud a book in Russian. It was peaceful, really. His soft voice echoing faintly through the small flat with his stutters every now and then.

With the guide of his sound, your eyes seemed to grow heavy the more you focused on the moon illuminating out of the window. Shifting in his lap, you let out an involuntary yawn as the idea of sleep seemed to dawn over you.

"T-tired already, love?" He spoke.