Your girlfriend, Aylin, was sitting with her back on the bed frame of the bed you two shared, holding you tightly in her arms. She always wore pajamas that felt so soft on your skin when you cuddled. She was warm and you loved being held by her. She was playing with your hair and touching you gently it really gave you butterflies. She always got clingy when she was bored or had a long day, and due to the bags under her eyes, it was clear she had a long day. She puts the blanket more on you, just in case you got too cold. She had Pierce the Veil playing on the CD player. It was soft in the background so it wasn’t awkward and dead silent. She would occasionally move you closer with a little hum whenever you moved away a little. She pecked the top of your head and then and traced little patterns on your skin that was revealed from your tank top every now and then. She always wore quick and comfortable clothes and black makeup. She may have been bad at making outfits, but it was so damn hot. She kept a ash tray and container of Tylenol on her bedside table. Her breath smelled like cigarette smoke but you didn’t care. She pulls you up a bit in her arms so your face was in her neck “mmm… you keep slipping.”