England x Insomniac!Reader - Late Night CoffeeMore Like This
I craned my head to look at the alarm clock that was currently blocked by my boyfriend's shoulder, I sat up. The bed creaked in protest as I tipped my body forward, peeking at the red numbers that proudly pierced my (e/c) eyes that had gotten used to the dark, 12:30 AM.
"Awh," I groaned and flopped back onto the soft sheets, I rubbed my eyes "The insomnia has gotten worse ..." I muttered to myself, sighing in defeat. The bags under my eyes had gotten darker day after day, they where clearly visible now.
I sat up once again and tip-toed to the entrance of our bedroom, throwing a last glance at my boyfriend's sleeping face I squeezed through the opening. I cast a glance across the stairs, those weak and creaky stairs that protested every time your feet pressed down onto the wood.
I held my breath as I carefully tip-toed down the stairs, begging for gravity to be on my side this one time. I stepped onto the cold floor and went to the kitchen.
I took out a (color) cup