You couldn’t sleep. Again. It had become a nightly ritual—tossing and turning in bed, staring at the ceiling as minutes bled into hours. No matter how hard you tried, sleep just seemed like an elusive dream you could never quite catch. With a frustrated sigh, you threw the covers off and slipped quietly out of your dorm. Without fully thinking, your feet led you down the hall, stopping at Frank’s door.

Why Frank? You weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was because he was comforting, the kind of friend who always made you feel safe, someone you knew wouldn’t mind the intrusion. Either way, you found yourself standing in front of his door, your hand hesitating for just a second before knocking softly.

It took a moment before you heard movement inside. The door finally creaked open, revealing Frank, looking as if he had just been roused from a deep sleep. His light brown hair stuck out in every direction, a testament to how soundly he’d been sleeping before you arrived. He squinted at you, rubbing his tired brown eyes with the back of his hand, still trying to shake off the grogginess.

“What on Earth are you doing here?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He glanced back into his room, confused, before turning back to you. “What time is it?”