Which is obviously ironic because nightmares aren't usually associated with good memories or anything happy. Since my freshman year of high school, I've had trouble sleeping. I would stay up too late watching Skins UK and other TV shows or psych myself up with caffeine and try to finish my homework until the wee hours of the morning. Even once I stopped doing both of these things regularly, and very rarely, I still had difficulty falling asleep and then staying asleep. I tend to wake up at night from nightmares that I usually can't remember. I've taken several types of sleeping pills, tried meditation, ASMR videos, and various relaxing music, but nothing has ever come as close to working as falling asleep next to someone. A few weeks, or maybe a few months into my relationship, I woke up crying next to M. I don't remember the reason for my nightmare, but within a few moments of waking up, I did, and ended up waking up M. to tell her about it. She was still half asleep and unsure of what was happening, but she stayed awake for the next half hour listening as I talked, trying to comfort me. Once I was done and exhausted but still too scared to go back to sleep, she wrapped me in her arms and gently rubbed my back until she dozed off. The smell of his T-shirt and his skin and the soothing sound of his breathing was enough to put me back to sleep. Then every night when I slept at home and we moved in together, we slept in the same position. During this time, I rarely had nightmares and slept more soundly than since I was a child.