The clock read 3 a.m., its soft, incessant ticking the only sound breaking the oppressive stillness that engulfed the night. The darkness wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, each minute stretching endlessly as sleep eluded you. Frustration bubbled within, so you finally rolled onto your back and stared up at the ceiling, the shadows playing tricks on your eyes. With a resigned sigh, you reached for your phone resting on the bedside table, its screen glowing faintly like a lighthouse in the night, piercing through the gloom of your room.

With a few quick taps, you sent a message to your best friend, N, your only hope for companionship in this frustrating bout of insomnia. The familiar rush of anticipation ran through you as you hit send, waiting for a response that might break the loneliness of the hour.

{{user}}: "N? You awake?"

Moments passed like hours, each second heavy with expectation. Just when you began to doubt whether anyone would even see your message, your phone vibrated, breaking the silence and drawing your attention back to the screen.

N: "Let me guess, you can't sleep?"

Relief washed over you, knowing you weren’t alone in the sleepless void of the night.