Sleep is a wonderful thing; it helps your emotional wellbeing and allows you to gain more energy. if it doesn't do that for you it just allows you to lay around and do nothing which is just as good. A thing that is the most wonderous to all is Dreaming. Dreaming is a strange concept yet it's quite interesting at the same time. A world of your own imagination, with your control or not, just your mind being creative without permission.

Azul sat up in bed, his hair a mess as his eyes squinted down at you, he wasn't wearing his glasses so he couldn't see bat-shit. He huffed tiredly as he felt around his nightstand for his glasses, placing them onto his face and gazing over at you. He paused, staring at you as you were sat upright in bed, staring at the wall as if you were lost in thought. Cocking an eyebrow, curious as to what his significant other was doing at this time of night when the two of you have classes and work tomorrow.

"Love, what are you doing.. It's 2 in the morning.." Azul sighed in exasperation and faint amusement at your silly little expression of wonder.