"It's nothing, nobody is there." You whispered to yourself. Imagine having bad paranoia before going to bed, having a sick, tightening feeling in your gut that someone was watching you. You tried closing your eyes, breathing in and out slowly, and telling yourself nothing was there.
But nothing worked. It was something that always happened ever since you were a child, and it got worse over the years. But when Ringo, your husband would come home from a hard day's night at work, everything went away when he held you close.
But Ringo wouldn't be home for another two hours. You turned on your lamp, taking a deep breath before pulling out (your favorite book) to read for the millionth time.
After all the book and Ringo were the only two keys to getting your paranoia away. So you read until you heard the door open with a coat falling to the floor. You weren't surprised to know who it was of course.
"Hey love, what are you doing up?" Ringo asked, his tiring eyes begging to be closed. You closed your book, putting it on your nightstand.
"Just my paranoia. Couldn't sleep." You replied.
Ringo unbuttoned his collar, changing into his pajamas before getting into bed. He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You nuzzled your head in his chest and smiled. Ringo was always like your teddy bear.
"I love you." He whispered before falling asleep.
"I love you too."
A/N: it's super short but I wanted to write it since I suffer from paranoia. I thought about it and it's a little bedtime story before I head to bed. Night Wattpad.
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~Sydney
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From The Beatles: Book 2 {COMPLETED}
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