sleep || r.l. x reader. word count: 636 warnings: mentions of anxiety, fluff, me writing this while half-awake a/n: i'm tired, but this is based off this ask you couldn't quite ascertain how it was that you ended up there once more. this had to be the fourth night in a row, the tiles cold against your feet, felt through your hastily-donned silk slippers. gently, but with waning hesitancy.