Enoch O'connor

It was approximately 2 in the morning, you normally suffered from sleep disorder; insomnia. Your eyes darted anywhere in your room as your body moved from place to place, trying to find the perfect sleeping position. You let out a sigh, tired of not being able to sleep, so you grabbed your coat and left your room and the 'peculiars' house, outside. You sat on a big tree where you used to read or sleep. The wind was hitting your face, the weather was strangely cold... you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump
"Don't be scared, silly" It was Enoch, with that typical would be expression "What are you doing here? It's too late, do you want a space to appear?" he joked, sitting next to you as he leaned against the large tree