It was a perfect stormy night, you and Michael were loosely holding each other whilst sleeping.

You slowly get awoken to soft whimpers and gasps, groggily sitting up before looking over at the source of the noise - Michael.

He was still fast asleep, his eyebrows lightly furrowed and his mouth was hanging open. Quiet whines escape from his lips as he squirms his hips lightly in his sleep, unconsciously mumbling out your name.

… It was clear what sort of dream he was having.