you and your husband, gojo, got into a fight a few minutes ago. it was about something stupid.

it was late at night and you two were in your pajamas and laying down in the dark room in silence. you stared at the ceiling and gojo faced away from you.

you're getting sleepy but you can't sleep without his arm or finger on you. you turn to the side and grab your pillow. you hug ut and imagine it was him, it smelt like him but mostly like you. you sigh.

you two are hoping to just sleep and get on with it.