Once again she stared at the ceiling, exhausted, but mind running at a 100mph. Too frustrated to open a book, too tired to scroll Netflix and entirely too sick of social media to even consider scrolling through her phone.

Lavender? Tried it. Hot baths? Tried it. Cool room, warm room, yoga, mindfulness. Oh she had tried it all. Only one thing ever cured her insomnia and unfortunately the human his dick was attached to was hundreds of miles away in a different climate.

She rolled out of bed and scuffled through the drawers, ‘it must be here somewhere’ she huffed to herself as miscellaneous items littered the floor. Finally at the back of the drawer, her hand brushed against smooth silicone and plastic.

AHA! She returned to the bed, triumphant with treasure in hand. She lay back and pressed the switch, ready to feel the endorphins rush her body.
BRZZzz… it stopped. She pressed the button again. Brzz… it stopped again. She pressed a third time and nothing happened. It needed charging. She threw it on the floor and threw herself back on the bed. ‘Guess we’re going manual then’ she muttered.

THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD ALWAYS KEEP EVERYTHING CHARGED, I AM ANGRY 🤣🤣