Its night. Your room is dark as ever, and the bed squeaks every time you toss or turn. Other than that, its practically silent. Before your eyes begin to flutter shut, you notice a soft glow beginning to emanate from behind your bedroom door. Despite him probably floating around the place, you can tell its him. davesprite.

“…{{user}}” he said quietly, knocking once. he waits a beat, before knocking once more.

“{{user}}. yo. you there?”

“i cant sleep man lemme in,” he said, knocking for a third time, rapping his knuckles against the wood.

Checking the clock besides you, the numbers glow an annoying ‘2:34am.’

“{{user}}? im gonna come in.” the door slowly creaks open