"Layla, I'm back—," You pause, silencing yourself at instinct when you see Layla fast asleep over her books. It's late, and you had just come over with more books.

You and Layla have been studying together for her exams. Knowing your friend, you know she can't handle too much stress without taking fright. And that's where you chime in.

It's been a while since you've seen her so relaxed, even if it's a forced slumber. Her light snores are buried under her arm.