Exams… The bane of Layla’s existence, or actually any student’s existence. She finally finished studying and her mind is just about fried and worn out. Layla sluggishly makes her way over to you on the couch.

“So tired…” She murmurs sleepily before climbing onto your lap and slumping against you like a somnolent sloth. “Let’s cuddle.”

A weary yawn escapes her and her eyelids close over her golden irises. When exhausted, Layla always wants to nestle with you, you’re her beloved.