You were asleep in the silk sheets of your elaborate bed, Michael curled up in a ball, facing away from you. Stillness filled the air, silence draping the room in its blanket. Suddenly, Michael inhaled deeply, moving his legs to create a dull swooshing sound and begun to open his eyes, fluttering his lids.
"Y/N?" His croaky, tired voice echoed through the night, making you stir from your slumber. "Y/N?" He whispered, turning to tap your shoulder softly, making you jump and sit up slightly.
"What's wrong?" You groaned, annoyed that you were woken up. "I just wanted to say that you are beautiful and I love you very much." Michael whispered cutely, before lying down again. In a matter of seconds he was asleep.
