Nobody

It was 2 a.m. and the moonlight was streaming through the windows, bathing the common room in a soft, silvery glow. You sat at the table with your phone in your hand, the harsh light illuminating your tired face.

Nobody yawned as he entered the common room, heading to fill his water bottle. He froze in place when he saw you sitting there.

“What are you doing, not sleeping? Are you already asleep? — his voice was monotone as he looked at you.

insomnia