Christopher’s outburst on trivial matters.

Abigail quietly entered the room, her steps muffled by the carpeted floor. Her eyes fell upon Christopher lying on the bed without changing his clothes, his deep, long breathing punctuating the silence. She stood there for a moment, contemplating whether to help him change or let him rest undisturbed. With a heavy heart, she decided not to disturb his slumber, convinced that he must be exhausted.

She proceeded to change into her own pajamas, preparing herself for sleep. However, as she lay in bed, restlessness consumed her. Despite her fatigue, sleep evaded her. Her gaze repeatedly wandered towards his motionless form, yearning for the warmth of his embrace and the affectionate smiles that had once adorned his face.