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Are you leaving? I can't believe I fell asleep. How late is it? Oh wow, I've been out for a while. Oh, I missed the best part of the movie. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't go. I didn't get enough time with you. I hate that I fell asleep. I slept through like half of our time together, and this is you, you know? Mhm, holding me close to you and playing with my hair, whispering in my ear. You make it impossible for me not to fall asleep. You're too good at cuddling. Fortunately, it's a fault that I can overlook. Wait, stop putting on your shoes. Shoes? Just slow down for a second. I know it's the middle of the night, but at this point, you might as well just sleep over. You heard me. I don't like the thought of you driving home so late. The roads can be dangerous. Truck drivers and, you know, also you seem tired. What if you fall asleep behind the wheel? I'm not making excuses. Stay, please. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Those shoes need to come off first. You know my bet's rules. No, she's allowed. Sorry. So, are you just going to slip out without saying anything? Like I'm some random hookup? You're making me feel cheap. Oh, it's sweet that you didn't want to wake me. Next time, you should wake me up the second I fall asleep, though, okay? That way, I don't miss out on any time with you. The time with you is precious. I'm so sad I spent our date night drooling on your shoulder. I would like to be conscious during our time together. Next time, wake me up, please. Especially if we're watching Titanic. The second half of the movie is the best part, and I slept through all of it. Next time, we should just skip. So, when the ship starts sinking? No, I don't want to watch people die. I just like the action and the suspense and all the cool shots of rooms flooding and people running and screaming and no, not dying. Okay, we make it sound bad. You're making it sound like I'm some kind of sociopath. Titanic is a beautiful movie about love and class struggle and tragedy. Stop teasing me about this. I hate that you tease me just for the sake of teasing me. There's a thin line between love and hate. We should go to sleep. No, I'm not tired. I just woke up from a two-hour nap. It's you I'm worried about. I want to make sure you get enough sleep tonight, but you're tired, aren't you? Are you comfortable sleeping here? You sure? This is the first time that you've ever stayed over. I like it. I like having you in my bed. I feel so cozy and peaceful when you're here. It's so easy for me to fall asleep, especially when you do that, when you speak softly into my ear like that, and your breath tickles my neck. It's like, I don't know, it does something to me that pulls me under your spell. I turn to jelly, and my eyelids get heavy. It's like hypnosis. Okay, kissing my neck is not going to put me to sleep. You know exactly what you're doing. I have a dilemma. Yes, I can't decide if I want to go to sleep or not, but if we go to sleep, then we can't do this. But I'm already feeling sleepy thanks to you, and you keep touching my hair, which is another one of my weaknesses. I warned you. I'm so relaxed. I feel like a cat or something whenever we're together because you pet me until I fall asleep on you. No, nobody has ever slept in my bed before. You're the first. I don't really like the idea of anyone else sleeping in my bed. I guess because it's like my favorite place in the world and one of the only places that really truly feels like mine. But I really, really like the idea of you sleeping here. Usually, when I'm drifting off, I just imagine that you're next to me. Yeah, this pillow right here has been your stand-in for weeks. When I'm having a hard time falling asleep, I just squeeze it and pretend that it's you. It works, okay? But it doesn't have a heartbeat that I can fall asleep listening to, and it doesn't have arms. Arms? I do love your arms. When they wrap around me like this, I feel so safe. The rest of the world just kind of melts away. This is your other stand-in? Yes, a stuffed bear. What's wrong with that? Hey, don't insult the bear. He can hear you. I've had this bear since I was four years old. That's why the leg is falling off like that, but please don't bring it up. It's a very sensitive topic. He's very self-conscious. You're going to buy me another stuffed bear? One of the huge ones? You mean like the kind that people win at the fair? No, I don't want a new stuffed bear. This one might be old and falling apart, but I'm attached to it. It holds too many memories. When I look at it, I remember my fourth birthday party and learning to ride a bike, my mom's chocolate brownies, and the time I skinned my knee at recess, so my mom picked me up, and I spent the rest of the day in bed watching Curious George. A bear like this cannot be replaced. Unless by you? Yeah, see, cuddling him is more difficult because I'm always afraid I'm going to accidentally tear off one of his limbs. With you, I can squeeze as tight as I want. So, thank you for staying over. Aww, you're sweet. Now, can you play with my hair again? That feels so nice. Thank you. I'm going to fall asleep. This is some kind of hypnosis, I swear. The power you have over me, it's crazy. So happy my bed is so much warmer with you in it.