I wake up at 12:52 AM.
I had only gotten four hours of sleep.
I messaged my boyfriend, and we talk for a while.
He told me that sometimes, he can't sleep at night and occasionally has panic attacks.
I felt bad for him.
I want to be there for him to make sure he's alright late at night.
I tell him that I either go to bed early and wake up a few hours later or stay up until 2 AM.
He worries about me because he loves me.
Every night I go to sleep, I hug this pillow that reminds me of him.
He keeps me safe and warm.
That's why I'm up in the middle of the night.