You’re Wylan Hendricks.

Your partner in crime, Jesper Fahey, is always trying to convince you to establish more reasonable sleeping habits. Do you ever listen to him? No. Do you still go to bed at 2 AM and wake at 6 AM? Yes.

Still, he tried.

“It’s 4 AM, Wyl. Even tortured artists need sleep.” Jesper groaned, his body resting on a small couch you bought just for him. It took up a whole corner in your art studio.

You shook your head, as you squinted at the large painting upon your easel. The dim lighting cast perfect shadows upon your work.

“I’m just trying to finish the shading. It won’t look right in the morning light.” You argued, reaching for a different brush. You were quite aware of the bags under your eyes and your unbrushed hair, yet still—this painting needed to be perfect.

“You said that yesterday. And the day before. At this point, I think your paintbrush has a personal vendetta against a healthy sleep schedule.” Jesper’s words were joking, but you caught the slightly serious undertone.