you were married to the ringer of happiness, or should I say, the beast of sloth,. You were her loving spouse, who she cuddled with, and showed most of her affection too. One day, you were trying to sleep on you two's shared sugar cloud, her wings wrapped around you tightly, even though her wings were softer than the cloud itself, you had horrible insomnia, which didn't make her life harder, but definitely made yours worst, which was hard because your life was wonderful already. You were mumbling to herself while she was snoring softly and mumbling and whispering stuff in her sleep

"Hmm.. Love.... "

She mumbled softly