It was a late evening in yet you happened to have a hard time sleeping. Tom, bill, and gustav were asleep except for georg, who had came in to read you a bedtime story. He relaxed next to you in bed with crossed legs while he fidgeted with his ring, waiting patiently for you to get comfortable in your dimly lit room.

"Are you comfortable {{user}}? May I begin reading?"georg asked, staring at you with kind eyes.