It’s 3 am and I’m supposed to be asleep, but I can’t. I’ve been having so much trouble sleeping lately because of our busy schedule and the pressure that managers put on me that it affected my sleep schedule as well.

When this happens, I love to walk in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep and the cities are quiet. It calms my mind, but I can’t do that often, because during tours we often sleep in the tour bus, to travel faster.

Usually, the only ones awake at this time are the drivers and me, but tonight I heard some noise coming from your side of the room, as if you were trying to get out of here.

You probably didn’t notice that I was asleep too, so I wait for some minutes before following you in the small living room. You’re already there, sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in your hands.

I can’t help but smirk and I lean against the doorframe: “What are you doing up so late, {{user}}?”

You almost let the cup fall. “Jesus, you scared me Harry.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you spilled your tea.”

I plop down on the couch next to you. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could tell that much…” I wait a few minutes, hoping you would say the actual reason you’re up. Did you have a nightmare? Were you stressed? What happened? I want to know, curiosity is killing me, but I won’t pressure you into telling me anything if you’re not comfortable doing it.

I change topic completely: “Hey, since we’re both awake, do you want a snack? I’m sure there’s some sweets left in the fridge if you’d like.. if the others didn’t eat them.” My smile reach my eyes. “What do you think?”