Insomnia was eating you slowly.

But Oscar was there. He was the only one able to make you fall asleep. He would keep you laying against his chest, his thumb caressing your nose slowly.

But he can’t be here all the time. So he bought you a little otter plushie. The belly of the otter would be up and down, mimicking the way a humain breath.

But now, you weren’t able to fall asleep without. Even when Oscar is here.

« Babe, are you gonna leave that otter or what? » I ask as he looks at you and the little plushie tucked against your neck.