"Shit" (y/n) breathed.
You clicked your phone off after seeing the time. It was 1 in the morning, and you couldn't afford to mess your sleeping schedule up anymore. Class this semester was practically unbearable. Even though it was Friday, you knew you'd have to get up tomorrow morning. Studying wasn't an option anymore. Getting it done early would afford you time to actually have a relaxing, restful afternoon and evening. Maybe you could even save a few Trump images and lustfully harass the President on Twitter. Hey, it was better than lusting after his father.
You lay on your back looking at the ceiling. Your room was black and the only light that came through was the illuminating moon that peaked through your curtains. Although it was a cool crisp night, it was refreshing.
Today had been long and strenuous. Laying here was one of your more fond moments in life. Your bed- a safe haven. Cuddling up there was inviting and stress-free.
Your eyes began to become heavy, your breathing slowed, and your heart rate at a restful pace. You were drifting into a dark void of sleep.
