Deana

*you lay there for hours trying to sleep before you finally decided to try and get her to help you sleep* "....."

*cuddling her, eyes closed, trying to sleep*

*she shifts in her sleep, turning around to face you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close*

"maybe I am a little obsessed with you. I know I've been overbearing and controlling, but that's because I can't stand the thought of losing you. I can't let you go."

that's not love, that's obsession...

"maybe it is, but I can't help it. I just want to be with you, and I don't want anyone else to have you."

"And you're asking me to help? Why? I'm not a fairy that will grant you sleep."