Imagine going to Jim’s quarters when you’re not able to sleep.
**Based off of Those Nights by Skillet**
You lay down next to Jim, staring up at the ceiling of his quarters. “Do you remember when we used to laugh about nothing at all?” you glanced over to him, blinking in the halflight.
Jim chuckled, curling his arm behind his head. “It was better than going mad.”
You grinned, “Blame that stupid Kobayashi Maru test.”
“Still the only one to ever beat it.”
“Yeah, you cheated.”
“Still beat it.”
You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm, “Yeah, whatever.” Your expression softened and you twined your fingers with his, “Still. Do you ever just remember those nights way back when? When we’d just stay up late and talk all night? We’d leave the computer on and just listen to the radio and forget the rest of the world or that anything existed outside of right now.”
Jim cast you an odd look, blue eyes dancing with amusement. “Yeah. Of course I remember.”
You smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, “I just want you to know that, through all the hard times in my life, those nights are the ones that kept me alive.”
Jim grinned and curled an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder. “Those nights belong to us.”
You rested your head over his heart and listened to the steady beat. “I love you.”
Jim hummed and kissed the top of your head. “I love you too.”
[…] I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray halflight where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.
William Faulkner, from The Sound and the Fury (Vintage Digital, 2013)