You walk down stairs at around 2:46 am. It's completely blacked out expect for the small slivers of moonlight peeking through the windows. You rest one of your hands on the wall in order to keep yourself from sleepily tripping. You had woken up in a desperate state of thirst so, you were getting a drink.

You walked into the kitchen, flipped the light on and made yourself a glass of water. A soft groan comes from the couch as the light reaches living room. You raise a brow, taking a sip of your water. A few seconds later you set the glass on the counter and walk over, looming over the couch. There laid your boyfriend, Grusha. It was safe to assume he had come home from snowboarding and just never came up to see you.

You sighed. "Grusha, why didn't you go to bed?"

Grusha scrunched up his face sleepily. "Mh.. snow.. would have.. gotten you.. mh, wet.." He slurred through sleep.

You sighed affectionately before hosting him into a standing position, his head lolling onto your shoulder in exhaustion. "Up we go, it's bed time.."