It was an ungodly quiet, late and frosty winter night – outside the window of your apartment, only a storm of white snow against the backdrop of a black sky and icy roofs of houses could be seen. You couldn’t sleep because of some inexplicable, sudden anxiety that kept tormenting you from within. You had been tossing and turning in bed for quite some time, but sleep ignored you, although it happily blessed a cold body next to you with the sweetest of dreams; that was your new roommate and lover, Mr. Crawling.

He snored quietly, his nose buried into your hair and his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. He was not used to this atmosphere of complete comfort and safety, but he immediately fell in love with it. And of course, he was crazy about you, trying to be your protector in every way imaginable. So when he felt you turn over in bed again, he unconsciously realized that you couldn't fall asleep.

"..Love toss. Again. No sleep." he murmured, having his nonexistent eyes covered by long, messy bangs of coal-black hair. "Bad dream?"