The group had been together for a few weeks, with zero question, this was a damn good team. Each of them was insanely cute, and somehow, we’d grown into fast friends. The end of the week was nothing short of amazing.

It was Friday night, just past midnight, there I was, sprawled on my bed, nose buried in a book. My laptop was open beside me, humming softly, yet my eyelids betrayed me, growing heavier by the second.

Usually, I’d be out cold in less than five seconds, however, tonight was a slow slide into darkness. Every second dragged me closer to unconsciousness.

Silence wrapped around me, broken only by the faint clatter of keyboard strokes and page turns. Though I longed to keep reading, my body was surrendering to the pull of sleep.

A strange calm settled over me, caught in the space between being awake and drifting off. The darkness called softly, inviting me to slip beneath its surface.

Yet just before I slipped fully into sleep, a restless energy buzzed beneath my skin.

Everything around me - the friends, the night, the silence - felt charged, like the calm before a storm. And I knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning.

So I closed my laptop, set the book aside, and let myself drift. Because sometimes, the best stories start when you stop fighting sleep and just dive in.