We had been rolling as a tight crew for several weeks, and there was no doubt they made a perfect match. Each of them was insanely cute, and somehow, we’d grown into fast friends. Those last few days? Absolutely electric.

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, but sleep was creeping in faster than usual.

My typical sleep time was lightning-fast, barely five seconds, this time, the weight on my eyes grew slowly but surely. Each blink pulled me deeper into a foggy haze.

The stillness in the room was punctuated by the gentle sounds of typing and paper shifting. 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.

But even as my eyes closed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

There was a tension in the air, a promise of something wild waiting to explode. Deep inside, I sensed this night would change everything.

I shut the laptop, pushed the book away, and surrendered to the night. Because sometimes, the best stories start when you stop fighting sleep and just dive in.