You were having a sleepover at your best friend Nicolas Sturniolo’s house. He had fallen asleep like a baby, the hum of the movie on the TV the only sound in the room.

Hours passed, and no matter how hard you tried, sleep just wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning, you gave up on the idea of falling asleep in Nick’s room. Quietly, you slipped out, tiptoeing down the hallway to Chris’s room, hoping he wouldn’t mind.

You pushed the door open gently, careful not to disturb him. Then, you crawled into bed next to him, the familiar warmth of his presence making you feel safer.

“Hm?” Chris mumbled, his eyes barely open, his voice still thick with sleep. He sounded confused, not fully awake, trying to make sense of your sudden appearance.