Kenzie rubbed blearily at her deep brown eyes as she came out of her bedroom, her fingers running through her short auburn hair in a half-hearted, reflexive attempt to tamp down the random tangles. The living room was lit only by a single floor lamp and Tasha's laptop screen, but after a solid hour of lying in her room with the lights off and her eyes closed, practically everything felt too bright to Kenzie.
Tasha looked up from her computer, an expression of patient sympathy on her face. "Couldn't sleep again, huh?" she asked, turning the question into an acknowledgement. She leaned back in her chair, taking in Kenzie's disheveled pink pajamas and weary, heavy-lidded eyes with a look of affectionate concern. "I'm guessing you already tried melatonin."
"And counting sheep," Kenzie sighed, sagging against the doorframe with a miserable expression on her face. "And warm milk. And going screen-free. And cutting out caffeine after six. And cutting out screens showing caffeinated sheep." She shook her head slowly and sadly. "None of it helped. I just... can't get my stupid brain to shut up and fall the hell asleep."
Kenzie paused, hoping Tasha would pick up the hint and offer to help out, but her roommate merely nodded sympathetically and sighed in solidarity. Which meant that Kenzie would have to ask. She always hated asking-not that she thought Tasha was going to say no or something, but it just felt so... so silly, being a grown woman, a college student old enough to go out drinking without anyone else buying her drinks for her, and still needing something so silly and childish to help her fall asleep. Even if Tasha never refused, it still felt faintly demeaning having to say...
"Could you come sing me a lullaby?" Kenzie asked, her voice small and timid.
Tasha's response didn't exactly dispel Kenzie's embarrassment. She gave a crooked little smile, as though she was faintly amused by Kenzie's predicament, and said, "You want me to come in and sing you our lullaby again, mm? Well, I tell you what. Give me five minutes to get to a good stopping point on this paper, and I'll come in and help you get to sleep." And then, as though Kenzie had already left the room, she went back to staring at her laptop screen. Not that Kenzie was jealous or anything. (Stupid blue frequency LED lights.)
Kenzie trudged back into her room and flopped onto the bed, tucking herself under the covers with the dispirited air of a coach that just lost the big game. She knew she should be happy-Tasha was always as good as her word, which meant that Kenzie would finally get the sleep she needed. But Kenzie was going into her third week of insomnia now, and she had really hoped that tonight was the night that she was going to beat it herself instead of having to ask her roommate for a lullaby like she was a fucking five-year old.
But if anything, it had only gotten worse. No matter how early she went to bed, no matter how careful she was about exercise or diet or stimulants or screens, Kenzie wound up lying on her bed in a numb, exhausted haze until she finally broke down and asked Tasha for help getting her mind to settle. And every time, she felt a little bit less capable, a little bit more dependent on Tasha. The little pit of dread opened up wider in her stomach with every request that this night would be the night that Tasha would say, "No."
But thankfully, it wasn't. Kenzie heard her door open and close, and after a moment she felt Tasha settle onto the mattress just behind her. It felt a little strange, having her roommate spoon with Kenzie in bed and put her arm possessively around Kenzie's waist, but by this point Kenzie associated it so closely with sleep that sheer relief made the gesture into a comfort. Kenzie found herself wriggling back into Tasha's body with a soft sigh of pleasure on her lips.
"There we go," Tasha said, her other hand reaching down to stroke Kenzie's hair. "All cozy and comfortable?" Her voice was low and soothing in the darkness, speaking in a slow, patient cadence that sounded simultaneously comforting and condescending. It made Kenzie feel weirdly passive, like she was a small child at the end of a long trip being carried inside and tucked into bed.
She mumbled an affirmative grunt, already feeling inexplicably relaxed and drowsy. It was probably just force of habit by now-after three weeks, her brain had gotten so used to associating Tasha's presence in her bed with finally getting to sleep that simply hearing her voice made Kenzie get sleepy. Tasha would know more about that, though. She was the psych major. Kenzie made a mental note to ask her tomorrow, one that slipped right out of her fuzzy mind as Tasha spoke again.
"That's it," Tasha purred in her ear. "You're so tired now, ready to share our lullaby together. Ready to listen to our special song and let your mind rest." Her fingers swept through Kenzie's hair over and over again as she spoke, brushing at Kenzie's temples, soothing away Kenzie's stress and letting the drowsiness wash in to replace it. Kenzie felt her muscles melt into relaxation as she sagged into the mattress, her worries about her insomnia slipping away as she finally felt her thoughts beginning to slow down.