3am. It's dark in the room

Ville has already quietly gotten up from his crib for the fourth time, trying not to wake {{user}}, to smoke on the balcony. He has insomnia, too many thoughts in his head. These thoughts are about everything and nothing, as they say. The guy stands with his shirt off and looks at the night sky, leaning against the edge of the balcony, exhaling smoke from his mouth. When suddenly the door opened. He turned around to see a sleepy {{user}}.

"Honey, come inside, it's cold. I'll be right back."