Well, they aren't /exactly/ sleeping pills. More like melatonin supplements. They're supposed to help your insomnia, and they do if you remember to take them at the correct time. If you take them any later than you're supposed to, sleep completely screws you over. It's not even worth taking them if it's past 8 o'clock.
You wish you hadn't spent countless nights in high school staying awake and debating with people over the Internet into the early morning. One time you hadn't gotten any sleep at all! Sleep or no sleep, those arguments messed up your sleeping schedule permanently, you think.
The supplements are your last resort before seeing a doctor. You had tried nearly everything to help you fall asleep. The books you thought were boring ended up being interesting after reading through them multiple times, music didn't help you at all, and any counting methods just kept you awake even longer. Moving the clock out of sight was even worse because you'd keep getting up to check it. And trying to get up at the same time every day couldn't work if you weren't sleeping in the first place!
By now, you've decided that the probability of you falling asleep was next to zero. There's still a little hope, however! You lean your head against your boyfriend's chest and resort to counting his breaths until you fall asleep. Assuming you will.
Speaking of which, it was especially strange that you forgot about your pills because of him. Cronus had reminded you /three times/. Plus the alert on your phone! Sometimes you wonder if you just don't take them on purpose, but you have no idea why you would. Staying awake like this makes you feel absolutely miserable.
Though, you've noticed things about Cronus you normally wouldn't during the day. For example, his nose twitches a bit when he takes and especially deep breath. And when he wakes up, he does an eyelid fluttery thing that he'd surely deny if you ever mentioned it.
But now you're getting even more restless. You squirm out of Cronus's arms and leave the room, choosing the kitchen over the bedroom. The clock says that it's nearly three in the morning. The melatonin would have worn off in about three hours. You'd have gotten up at around seven, like usual. It's a good thing you don't have anything important going on tomorrow. Perhaps you'd take a nap. Sleeping during the day is always easy for you, but then it creates even more problems during the night. Not sleeping would just make you irritable, though... Ah, you'd rather not think about it now.
You hop up on the counter to sit. Swinging your legs a bit (and immediately freezing when you accidentally hit the counter too loudly!), you watch the clock while trying to think of something you could do that's actually productive. You sit there for about fifteen minutes before moving to look out the window instead. Some people are unnerved by looking out the window at night, but it doesn't faze you at all. Barely any cars drive by, which is expected. The cars that do are probably night shift workers from the convenience store down the street. Hm... maybe you could go there? Nah, a bit dangerous when it's dark. Besides, there's nothing really to do there either.
By the time you're positive no more cars will be driving down the road, you start to pace back and forth in the living room. That always helps you think. Or was it laying on the floor? Or hanging upside down on the couch? Would it be possible to do all three at once? No, that's silly. What time is it even?
“Kan?” Cronus's sleepy voice startles you.
You stand. “Hi. It's dark out.”
“I noticed. How long have you been awake?”
“All night. I forgot again,” you answer sheepishly.
“Aw, I'm sorry. Coulda told me. I'd have stayed up with you.” Cronus runs a hand through his hair and yawns.
“I wouldn't want you to do that. You don't need sleeping problems, too.” You glance to the side, and when you do, you notice that it's slightly lighter outside. You grab Cronus's hand. “Come on!”
You drag him outside onto the porch, where you can see the sunrise almost perfectly. It's freezing out, but you don't mind that much. You don't let go of his hand, only squeezing it tighter when the sun barely peeks over the tops of the trees.
“I swear to God you're the only person who actually enjoys getting up so early.”
“But look at the sun! It's beautiful.” You sigh happily. “Don't you think? The sky's all pink, and it'll turn blue soon. You never get to see it.”
You think you turn as pink as the sky.
“I mean it. You're the most perfect person I know.” He leans down and kisses your nose. “Even if you forget your pills. And make me stand in the cold at six in the morning.”
Instead of saying anything, you stand on your tiptoes and press your lips to his, lingering just a moment longer than normally. You wrap your arms around his neck and keep them there even after you break away.
“Can we go back in now? My feet are freezing off.”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Ugh, so high-maintenance.” Cronus slings you over his shoulder, and you squeak in surprise.
“Hey! Be gentle!” You protest.
“Never.” He dumps you back in the bed and crawls in next to you. “Go the fuck to sleep, Kankri.”
“Watch your language,” you warn, but snuggle up next to him. “Don't let me wake up too late.”
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