"It's late. You should sleep."
"I've always wondered what makes people love rain so much. I mean, I don't mind a thunderstorm myself, but it seems weird."
"It's 1 in the morning love, we can talk about it as much as you want after you get some sleep."
"I don't want to sleep."
The lights turned on, and he walked over and sat on the bed.
"I know. And judging from the circles under your eyes you haven't wanted to sleep for a while."
"Concealer is a wonderful thing, but it's a shame I have to use it. These bags are designer."
"Designer or not, I don't want them on your face, even covered with makeup."
"Yeah well you can't always get what you want. Why do you care anyways? You live here but it's not like I bang on the walls to wake you up."
He stood up and made to leave. "Let the rain rock you to sleep, and I'll see you in the morning. Keep this up and I'll have to brew your coffee with red bull. Goodnight."
"Wait. Stay with me."
