Your eyes were slightly droopy, spread out on Lewis’ bed, cuddling close to him. He had a cool room. Your thumb brushed his small goatee, eyes fluttering shut when you leaned your head against his.

His family had an odd home, odd backstory, weird, weird, weird… His room was considered seperate of the home. A cool climb, like a treehouse but more homey. And not in a tree, of course. It was comforting.