You've had anything but a nice day. While driving to work, your coffee spilled all over the dashboard. So much for getting to work early... When you got there, you were informed of a demotion because of your 'attitude'. EXCUSE ME?! And to top it all off, you had to work extra hours because you had the flu...

UGH!

Around 1am, you entered the driveway and walked towards the door, only to find it opened by your favorite person in the world, Sans. Or Classic, if you prefer. He took your stuff and walked inside, you followed quietly. He put it on a chair and took your hand with his skeletal fingers, taking you to the living room. You flopped on the couch and let out a groan of displeasure. Sans, clearly seeing you miserable, laid down next to you. He patted your head while you sighed.

"Rough day?" He spoke, sounding sympathetic. "Well, tell me about it. Or not. I dunno, I'm tired." He gave a lazy smile towards you, and you couldn't help but feel a grin crawl on your face.