There has been a non stop flow of rain in Santa Barbara for the past week, and it's actually driving you crazy. Especially the thunder. Ever since you were a child, you were terrified of thunder so your anxiety levels are through the roof right now.
You're currently lying in bed, trying your best to fall asleep but you can't. You honestly look like a crazed person on pills that hasn't slept in days but at this point, you don't really care you just want some sleep.
I glance over to my left and I can see my beautiful husband Michael, sleeping peacefully and seems to be lost in the night. I think the rain is somewhat therapeutic for him. Whenever it rains heavy like this, Michael seems to sleep so well and that's a rarity, he never gets the rest he deserves so I won't bother him.
I decide that just laying there will not help so I decide to go get a sleeping pill. I sit up from the bed and quietly make my way out of the bedroom carefully so I won't wake up Michael. Once I make it out of the room, I head down the creaky stairs that leads into the main hall, and make my way into the dark kitchen.
I'm sort of afraid of the dark so I start to search frantically for the light switch on the wall and luckily, I found it just in time before I had a panic attack.
After I find the pills in the drawer, I go over to the cabinet with the cups inside. Crap, I can never reach these stupid cups. I start jumping up and down to reach the cup. When I finally grab it, the cups falls out of my hand and lands on the floor, making the loudest sound I've ever heard.
Out of freight and paranoia, I run up the stairs as fast as I can and jump into the bed.
I'm panting like crazy from that point. This is getting way too out of hand. I really need some sleep.
Michael then shifts in his sleep and mumbles something inaudible. Awww he's so cute when he's asleep. I want to be in his arms but I don't want to disturb him. He needs his rest.
it's currently 2 o clock in the morning, and I still can't sleep. Ok, I'll just have to suck it up and go downstairs, get some water and then I'll finally be able to rest. Oh yeah, I forgot I broke a glass oops.
I make my way downstairs a lot quicker this time, get my glass of water and take my pill. Finally.
After I make it back up the stairs, I already feel the medicine kicking in. Whoa, whatever pills these are, they are incredibly strong.
I shouldn't have walked so fast to my side of the bed because all I remember is seeing black before falling on the cold, wooden floor.
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"Y/N?!" Someone yells very loud and then starts to shake my body as if they are in panic.
The voice continues to yell my name in freight and I can now recognize who this person is. Obviously it was Michael.
I jump up out of my sleep. "What Michael?!"
Michael reaches down and grabs my body, embracing me in his arms. "Baby you scared the hell out of me! Why are you on the floor? I thought you were dead!" Michael says almost as if he were angry.
"Michael baby no! I'm fine. I guess I fell I don't really remember." I say as calmly as possible and place my hand on my forehead. My head really hurts.
He kisses me all over my face and hugs me once again. "You scared me baby, I thought you were kidnapped! I woke up and didn't see you on the bed so I figured you weren't sleeping again, then when I went downstairs, I saw glass on the floor and thought someone broke in and hurt you! I ran through every room looking for you then when I came back in the room to call security, I'd seen you lying on the floor." Michael whimpers out.
