You propped yourself up on your elbow, squinting a little at the light in the hallway which was peeking through the crack in the door. It was early. 3:58am to be exact. You knew he was awake, because who else would be watching TV at this time? You gently pulled your body out of bed and made your way to the living room.

He probably ran out of sleeping pills. You thought.

You see Mike, lazily slouched against the couch with his arm resting over the top of it. It almost looked like he was inviting you. You press your body next to his and hum contently. There was a silence, but it wasn't awkward, it was oddly comforting.