Yuugi'd tried to sleep that night.

It was another night where he was home from work, and his body still hadn't accepted anything more solid than broth and water without vomiting it up. Even crackers were too harsh for his stomach, but at the very least he could get up and walk around without an issue.

But...

He couldn't fall asleep.

No matter how many times he tossed and turned, and no matter how many times he pulled the shirt close to his nose for its comforting scent (was that weird? That was weird, right), nothing worked. All he could do was roll around, bury his face in a pillow, and...

Fight a strong urge to open his bedroom window.

It was right there, and the breeze would feel good, yeah?

He just needed to open the window and let it in.

The breeze. The air.

Other things that could come in from the outside.

The most he was able to do was keep it unlocked with the smallest crack open in order to let some fresh air come in. Anything more and it would be too open, make him too vulnerable.

Was something going to happen tonight...?

No, no.

He was just being paranoid; he couldn't sleep, that was all.

That was all...