It was late at night and once again, your thoughts won’t let you sleep.

Oscar was laying on his back, you over him, your head tucked under his arm pit, your legs entangled and your arm around his waist. He was half sleep, slowly caressing your back from time to time when he remembered that it was his turns to give you some.

You’ve got your AirPod on, soft music passing by, but not loud enough to shut that little voice in your head.

Why can’t you just sleep?