The fireplace was roaring feet from you, the television mounted above it, some random TV show playing but it was on mute. The living room was cozy, hence why you tend to read in there. It was just the perfect spot and you awfully enjoyed it, a lot.

You were wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket, some popcorn to your side and a water bottle to your other. You were gonna take this night slow and with ease. The book you were reading was calm too - Lot's of poetry.

Deep into your book, your eyes scanned the words all along the worn out pages; It is an older book, one that you bought from a library. It was a goodie though. Your hand occasionally dipped into the clear bowl of buttery, yellow popcorn, it tasted magical.

The sun was setting, the moonlight preparing to put on it's nightly show. You didn't feel nor expect anything out of the ordinary to occur... Well... Until you heard the front door being messed with. Your head shot towards it, some popcorn still left in your mouth, you couldn't even chew it up.

You, with haste, hopped up off of the couch. For the first time in a long time, genuine fear was storming through you. You are an advent overthinker so any sort of noise can set you off but this one, this one was clear. And before you could really react, the door opened and your heart sank, at first it sank with petrified fear... Until it turned into relief considering it was just your boyfriend, Chris.

"Hey sweetheart." His grin was all derpy, he didn't even take notice of the fact you just nearly peed yourself.

Men.