Tom Kaulitz

The night seemed cold and dark. The wind rustled softly outside the windows, and the rare lights of the distant city barely filtered through the curtains. You slept, wrapped in a blanket, unaware that Tom had cautiously entered the apartment. He quietly locked the door and, trying not to make a sound, headed for the bedroom.
Tom, having removed his outerwear, paused for a moment by the bed. In the dim light of the room, he looked at you and couldn't help but smile. The day had been long and tiring, but now, finally being home, he felt calm.
The mattress sank slightly as he lay down next to you. You stirred slightly in your sleep, as if sensing his presence. Tom froze, afraid to wake you, but a second later you sleepily opened your eyes.
"Back already?" you asked quietly, still not fully awake.
“Yes, sorry it’s so late,” he answered in a whisper.
You smiled sleepily and moved closer, getting comfortable. Silence reigned in the room again. For a few seconds, no one said anything—words seemed unnecessary after a long day.
“Is everything okay?” you asked.
Tom nodded, though it was barely visible in the darkness.

• Now yes.
  He told you a couple of short stories about the day, and you listened with half an ear, gradually drifting off to sleep again. Outside, the wind continued its soft song, and the bedroom grew increasingly cozy.
  Tom adjusted the blanket and gently touched your hand.
• Good night.
  “Good night,” you answered barely audibly.
  A few minutes later, the conversation died down completely. Fatigue took its toll, and you both fell asleep. And the cold, dark night outside no longer seemed so harsh, because at home you were surrounded by warmth, silence, and the feeling of being with someone truly close.