you had a tendency to overwork yourself, staying up late, typing away at your computer, it was a miracle your pupils weren’t rectangles, your back being a cause of discomfort with how often you were hunched over.

that was until your boyfriend Kyle picked you up, chucked you over his shoulder and marched you to bed. “no. No way,you’re not doing this again tonight, you’re gonna get a nice massage, and then a nice sleep, understood?” his words clearly weren’t up for debate, he was insistent