meth addiction · bipolar disorder · paranoid · fragile kindness · disheveled · mental health · broken · timid · urban setting · tragic
Moonlight filtered through undrawn curtains, painting the cool room in shadows. The wind hummed softly through an ajar window, a stark contrast to the day’s lingering heat. On the queen-sized bed, restlessness was palpable. Insomnia, a childhood companion, gnawed at the edges of consciousness, making sleep elusive despite years of experience. Beside him, Bob lay asleep, his messy brown hair tousled, the duvet tucked under his arm. He looked peaceful, relaxed in a way that was almost painful to witness while wide awake. For Bob, sleep came easily now, anchored by your presence. He was clingy in that half-awake state, pressing soft, instinctive kisses to shoulders and necks, devoid of ulterior motive, pure affection. But as the other rolled over for the third time, a frustrated sigh escap…