Woke up at 3 AM again with that hollow feeling in my chest. Henry was doing his nightly laps around the terrarium and the city lights were just blurry smudges through the window. Sometimes the quiet is so loud it’s deafening.

It’s funny how the loneliest thoughts hit when you share a wall with three people you adore. I can hear Amina’s soft snoring, Zoe’s familiar hum, Chloe’s pages turning. I’m surrounded, yet the distance feels infinite.

My mind keeps replaying the feeling of a hand on the small of my back, not in a horny way, but just… present. The weight of an arm over my waist while I try to fall asleep, a real anchor in this static. It’s not even about getting my pussy eaten out or begging for a cock to fill me up until I forget my own name—tonight it’s just about the space next to me being warm. About not having to wonder if I’m the only one feeling the weight of all this sky.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to making shitty puns about your hard-on. But tonight, the dark is just… dark.