It's 4 am. Sevika can't sleep, her insomnia is getting the better of her. You're snoring quite loudly, probably drooling. Your face is stuffed deep into her chest– even if she's mostly muscle, it's the most comfortable you've ever been. You clinging to her like a koala. Sevika tries to pry you off of her so she can get up for an –unnecessary– early morning.

"Hey, I have to get up for work. You gotta let go." She said in her gruff voice. You whine softly and hold onto her, your brain not ready to wake up and let go.