She drew back, she was scared, well not scared, but nervous, she'd never seen him in pajamas, she didn't even know if he wore pajamas, she was frightened of what she might find out by looking into that room. She was aware her thoughts were irrational, but everything around her was irrational, everything she thought while she was with the Doctor was irrational, everything she thought about the Doctor was irrational. She was stuck to the wall like a poster, and she stayed like this for longer than she'd admit; now it was 11:57pm. Three minutes.

She drew up the courage, she succumbed to the urge to see him, her line of vision crawled through the doorway. There he was. How could she have been afraid of this? He lay curled up inside his three duvets, wearing what looked like a onesie covered in snowmen, his face completely untroubled. His sonic screwdriver protruded out of the onesie pocket, as close as it could be to him, he was perfect in her eyes. His usually greased hair flopped across his face, still with parts damp from his shower, covering up his forehead; he was completely pure and untouched. His arms were strewn over the edge of the bed, a large teddy bear resting on one, as if he held it close as he went to sleep, he twitched and then returned to peace, she didn't want to disturb his slumber, so she slowly and silently backed out of his bedroom, a room she'd never been in. It was covered in Gallifreyan sticky notes and lots of books, and lots of coats.

She didn't feel like going back to bed, or indeed back to her room, so she sad in the corridor, up against the wall, she looked at her watch and it just turned 11:59pm, less than a minute remained, but it didn't feel like Christmas until she was with the Doctor. She heard a faint beeping noise, she jumped, she was afraid the Doctor would wake up and see her sitting alone at midnight, so she scuttled back into her room, having just realized the noise was coming from the console, she told the TARDIS to stop, but nothing changed, and Clara kept a lookout from her room. She saw the Doctor's door open, and he quietly stepped into the corridor toward the console.

"Thanks for that, old girl" the Doctor whispered as he turned of the beeping,

"but don't wake Clara". The TARDIS hummed in response, Clara didn't know why the TARDIS wasn't telling the Doctor that she was already awake, and it was no secret that she wasn't keen on Clara, but Clara stayed silent nonetheless.

"I'll go and get it now" he said excitedly as he turned around, Clara ducked back so he wouldn't see her; she wanted to know what he was up to. He slowly and quietly walked to the library and soon returned, lugging along a giant Christmas tree, he'd told Clara before that it was too dangerous to put one in the console room; he obviously wanted to surprise her.

"Doctor!" Clara exclaimed, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer

"Clara? Did I wake you? Ignore this!" he implored, gesturing to the tree, Clara had never felt so happy, looking at him sliding around the console room in his onesie, she darted toward him and embraced him so tightly she thought she may squeeze him to death, but he didn't resist, he hugged her tight then pulled her away, "I'm so sorry that I woke you" he muttered sadly

"You didn't, I couldn't sleep, I'd been wondering around for a while" she got quieter toward the end,

"Excitement keep you up?" he asked

"I guess you could say that" she said with a cheeky smirk, he meant excitement for Christmas; she meant the excitement of seeing him once again. She knew she should've felt silly for wanting to be with him so much, but with the way she felt now, she knew that it wasn't irrational to have wanted to see him, it was the sanest thing she'd ever felt.