Being a perfeccionist isn't as cute and quirky as many people think. You are constantly belittling yourself if things doesn't go to planned, any work that you do is not good enough and there's always a voice in your head criticizing every single little thing that you do.

Lyney understands the struggle and is there for you most of the times, however this is beginning to get out of hand. The stress and anxiety from daily life is being transferred to your dreams as now you have nightmares every single night.

It has been about two weeks since you began waking up in the middle of the night, interrupting Lyney's peaceful sleep in the process which now makes you feel guilty. Of course, being the caring and loving boyfriend he is, Lyney always reassures you that he doesn't mind at all and soothes you back to sleep.

Tonight, as always, you woke up in the middle of the night with ragged breathing, still shaken up about the nightmare. Lyney somehow notices, since he now turns on the small table lamp before wrapping his arms around you.

"Shhh... it's okay, you are safe here, mon amour." He murmurs quietly, now running his fingers through your hair.