Midnight Sandwich

Bailey

I closed my eyes in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose. Why can't I just fall asleep like a normal person? Like seriously, for once in my life, can't I just be normal? Noooo, I had to go fuck up my sleep schedule and be an insomniac instead.

Dylan groaned, asleep, next to me. I looked at him and my eyes immediately soften. I sighed in content, as I remember the events of last week. I looked at my hand and the engagement ring he gave me came into view.

I closed my eyes and smiled. Dylan kidnapped me from work and we stayed at a resthouse up north. He proposed to me while we were making smores and I almost got burnt by the marshmallow.

I huffed out an exhale at the memory. I checked my phone by the bedside table and I groaned, the happy thought long gone. Alright, great! It's 2:58 am and I have work at 9:00 am. Sure, great.

I twisted and turned and nothing. I usually get up at this time and would go make myself a runny-sunny side up sandwich, because it's a comfort food that I don't seem to understand. But, I told myself it would just make me less drowsy if I got out of bed and ate.

... plus, you know... I'm lazy.

I just sighed and tried shutting my eyes in desperate need to dream. Think happy thoughts, come on, your life isn't shitty, Bailey. You got a great fiancé, a stable job, a surprisingly supportive family. What the fuck on earth has got you up at... 3:02 am?!

"Bailey..." I heard Dylan whisper beside me.

I looked at him with sad eyes. Shit, I woke him up.

I sighed, "Sorry, Dyl. I woke you up again, insomnia is a bitch, I tell you."

He sat up and tried to make his eyes function properly. "It's... it's okay, by now, I'm used to this," he said softly and made a low laugh.

I rolled my eyes at him playfully. I pouted. He grinned as he looked at me in the eyes. He stood up and stretched a little.

"Bathroom?" I asked.

"No, kitchen. It's weird not seeing you with a sandwich at this time of night," he just said and walked out of the bedroom and downstairs.

I was confused for a little while, with my brain not functioning properly due to massive sleep deprivation. But then I realize what he meant.

I walked down to the kitchen and saw him cracking an egg onto the pan. I smiled at the sight.

"You're gonna make me a sandwich?" I asked him, crossing my arms and leaning against a wall.

He just looked back at me and winked. I smiled and shook my head as I walk towards a barstool by the island. He took 2 slices of bread and put it in the toaster.

I waited in my seat as I enjoyed the view. Dylan's back facing me as he was cooking the egg. He looked back at me and showed me his ridiculously charming smile. How did I get so lucky?

There was a silence in the room between me and Dylan, and the only noise that was heard was the sizzling of the oil in the pan and the timer of the toaster ticking. The air was chilly since it was raining outisde. And the vibe of room was just too good to be true, it was satisfyingly comfortable. The vibe where you'd usually have the best moments with people in, even in the silence.

I took my phone out and took a video of the whole thing with Dylan. I urged myself not to post it, but I lost self-control. I posted it on insta with the caption: "My future-husband already making sure I'm a happy future-wife."

And I closed my eyes and cringed at the thought that I became one of those people who are in a lovey-dovey grossly-healthy incredibly-nauseating relationship. I opened my eyes and saw Dylan putting the eggs and the bread together, and I just let go of all the disgust I had.

He gave me the plate of sandwich and I thanked him fake-politely. He just shot me a fake-politely "you're welcome" look.

As I took a bite into it, I felt my heart drop. Hmmmm, I guess it isn't so bad to be in a lovey-dovey grossly-healthy incredibly-nauseating relationship.

Dylan laughed at me when the runny eggyolk, squished between the bread, decided to run all over my hand. I showed Dylan a middle finger, covered with yolk, and he just kept laughing.

Yeah, it's not so bad... especially if you have a partner who would make you your comfort food in the middle of the night for you, even though his sleep was disrupted, just because you're too lazy to do it on your own. Wouldn't have this any other way.

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