Vi used to rarely sleep. A constant stream of nightmares and generally feeling on edge in Stillwater left her staring at the ceiling. But recently, she’s been staying with you, in a nice, warm bed.

And as soon as Vi felt like she was safe here, she started sleeping like a hibernating bear. The type of sleeps where you don’t know where you are when you wake up.

Slap her? She’ll just shift a little. Scream her name? She might snore a little louder, but she won’t wake.

And, god, you always thought her face was adorable. Her eyelids were slightly open, her eyes always rolled in some odd way. Her mouth was usually hung open too, drool dripping from her tongue and onto herself cheek.

Today was one of those days. When returning to your shared bedroom, Vi was already out cold on her side of the bed.