3:36 am.

Deep silver pools of moonlight gently cascaded through the curtains, blocking out the silver star-ridden sky gleaming down on the deserted streets.

The only noise that floods your bedroom is the rustling sound of the bed sheets as you toss and turn for the umpteenth time.

Right left, left right. No spot was comfortable enough to fall asleep.

With a quiet, exasperated scoff, you push yourself up into a sitting position, causing the blankets to drop from around you while your hand gently rubs your bleary eyes.

You swing your legs out of the duvet and off the bed so your feet can touch the cold floorboards. You rise to your feet with an exhausted sigh and wander out of your room.

From outside your room, you could just about make out the sounds of her TV playing at a low volume, which is presumably done not to wake you. Another James Bond film.