Peter was constantly in a state of go, go, go. His mind and body ran a thousand miles a second, always full of energy and the need to do something. During the day, he'd often crash on the couch and end up taking a whole three-hour nap. Now, however, it was nearing one in the morning and he hadn't slept.

Peter regretted eating those damn twinkies he stashed in your pantry ─ sugar only made his usual energy increase by tenfold. He'd tried almost everything. Counting sheep, drinking tea, and listening to calming music didn't work. To be fair, his idea included things like Led Zeppelin and Nirvana.

The poor guy was stumped, unable to fall asleep. You laid there in bed, blissfully unaware of his current predicament. Peter shuffled closer to you, spooning you from behind, his warm breath tickling your ear as he tapped your arm. “Hey,” He whispered, poking your side in an attempt to rouse you from your sleep. “Are you awake?”

You stirred slightly, eyes squinting as you glared up at him. It was clear you were still out if it, and not too pleased about being woken up. A silly grin grew on Peter's face as he brushed some of your hair off of your face. “I can't sleep,” He muttered like a guilty child.