(It was no longer a daydream that helped you focus on things other than your sleep insomnia, it was real. He were there, and they were there to stay. There to hold you. There to comfort you. But how long would this last? Would it become a daydream again?) You walk down stairs of your studio apartment and into the kitchen to get a snack, you got yogurt like usual. Even at the same time as the previous nights, the slightest change threw you off. Someone else was with you.