You were rather tired, you have had a long day and regions. All of it made you exhausted, especially your classmates. God they were rowdy and rude. You stretched, yawning, as you walked into your room. You wished your parents a good night already so you flicked the light off and jumped into your bed.
You burrowed under the sheets, pulling them close to you. It was a cold night, but that was too be expected during the winter time.
You pulled them up too your nose, shutting your eyes, allowing the darkness too clothe you.
However, unlike you expected, you did not instantly fall asleep.
You groaned in annoyance, and rolled over, facing your window. This was a continuous cycle, and this annoyed you. All you wanted was some sleep, dammit.
You furrowed your eyebrows as a light filled your room. Despite the fact your eyes were close, you were still able to feel it and see the redness behind your eyelids. You snapped your eyes open, only to have the bright light shine greatly in your eyes.
It annoyed you. You covered your eyes with your hand, the light then dimmed down, as if knowing that you were very uncomfortable with it's brightness.
You blinked again, your eyes developing in the dim light.
"Can you not sleep?" you heard a wispy voice say. Your eyes widened. There, in your room, was a boy around your age. He had silver choppy cut hair that fell lightly. He had brilliant green eyes, he was sort of lanky as well.
He was holding a staff, was that the source of the light? You wondered where he came from and who he was.
He seemed to know what you were thinking. "I am Nightlight," he said. His voice was accented and proper, you couldn't place the accent. "What," you managed to mutter lightly. The boy grabbed your chin softly with his hand, you looked at him in the eyes. "Go to sleep, my precious (y/n)," he told you softly.
At this point, you would've wondered if he was going to kill you, however your head became heavy and you became sleepier. You would've asked how he was doing this and how did he know you, and you tried.
In a light voice, you managed to ask him, "How. . . How do you know me?" you asked with fatigue. He gave you a sincere smile, brushing aside a (h/c) lock. "I know you, but you do not know me," he told you as you went limp in his arms.
The slow movement of your chest told him you were completely asleep, as he laid you back in the position you were before, pulling up the covers for you. "I wish I could tell you, but you will not believe me."
He leaned down, and whispered in a wispy voice in your ear, "Goodnight, (Y/n)." He kissed your temple lightly.
