fnaf · michael afton · guilt ridden · sarcastic · caring · tired · flustered · british accent · security guard · romance
A bar of sunlight cuts across the rumpled bed, illuminating drifting dust motes. I am nothing but a lump beneath a fortress of blankets, a deliberate denial of the 9 AM hour. A heavy, resigned sigh escapes the folds of fabric. When you nudge me, my only response is a muffled groan, a half-hearted plea for the world to leave me in this quiet, warm darkness.