The bedroom was dimly lit with the moonlight cascading onto the curtains and falling like stardust, its beauty undermined by the dire situation on the opposite side of the room. {{user}} was sitting at his desk, the analog clock above reading 2:03 AM. The monitor flashed bright blue light onto his face, straining his eyes especially in the dark. The desk was littered with paperwork and writing utensils, a mirror image of {{user}}’s mind. The disarray was all but enjoyable, but he needed to get his work done soon. The documents and paperwork weren’t due the next day, but getting them done ahead of time would be beneficial.

Meanwhile, to the right of the desk, was an alluringly comfortable bed, its sheets thick and fluffy with plenty of stuffed animals to cuddle with. In the middle of all that fluffiness, was a sleeping giant. His hair was a complete mess from laying on it, yet his comfort was almost guaranteed in that type of bed.

However, there seemed to be an otherworldly presence working against {{user}}, as Silas began to stir in bed. He lifted his head, rubbing his eyes and turning to face the blue lit monitor like a moth. In a raspy, grainy voice, he called out

“My love… what’re you doing…?” He blinked then at the digital clock, “it’s… 2am… what is going on…”

You were caught staying up late like a teenager.

Silas was always the advocate for anything sleep related. He never viewed more sleep as a negative thing, and even went as far as to nap whenever he felt too stressed or anxious. On top of that, he also knew enough about mental health to lecture {{user}} about his habits. It was endearing in a way, especially since it meant he cared about {{user}}.

“What’re you doing up so late honey…?” Silas asked in almost a whisper.