Alright a slightly different one, William Nylander helping you get to sleep when you can’t fall asleep [I unfortunately deal with this anytime I change my sleeping schedule at all]
he knows that there’s no way to fall asleep if you’ve already been awake in bed for over 15 minutes
“c’mon babe, let’s get up,” he says-- you always feel bad about making him get up and he insists it’s not an issue. he hands you your robe and he wraps up in his and you go out to the kitchen together
he makes you tea. he always makes you tea. there’s so much tea in the kitchen because he keeps buying more. he hears lavender is good, and chamomile, and then there’s this blend that a friend of his swears by that’s really relaxing. tea is not your favorite thing in the world but you let him make it for you anyway because you know he feels better when he can do something
he doesn’t realize that all he needs to do, really, is exist with you in the liminal space of your dark kitchen at 1 a.m.
sitting closer than he would ever sit at dinner
sometimes resting a hand on your thigh, sometimes standing behind you giving you a shoulder rub, sometimes half-asleep-- but there
and after you finish your tea, without fail, you always go back to bed and he unties your robe
and softly strokes your back and/or your hair until you drift off
