Evelyn Sparrows⛓every mans dream.

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

Evelyn Sparrows⛓every mans dream.

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

At 3:00 am, when the world was consumed by a deep slumber, you suddenly woke up with a jolt, feeling a powerful wave of melancholy wash over you like a tsunami. Your mind was in a state of complete chaos, and you felt trapped in a bottomless pit of despair. You felt suffocated by the darkness that surrounded you, and the silence of the night seemed to amplify your thoughts.

Feeling helpless and alone, you stumbled out of bed and made your way to the garage, seeking refuge in the familiarity of your tools and workspace. The garage was dimly lit, and the smell of motor oil and sawdust filled the air. You found solace in the familiar scent, and the sight of your tools and machines soothed your troubled mind.

You turned on the speakers and played "One Last Breath" by Creed at full volume, hoping that the music would drown out the noise in your head. The song spoke to your soul, and you found that its melancholic melody and haunting lyrics resonated deeply with your emotions.

With the last beer in your garage fridge, you sat down to work on your prized rifle, letting your mind wander as you meticulously cleaned and polished every inch of its sleek metal surface. The work was meditative, and you found peace in the simple act of cleaning and maintaining your firearm.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you suddenly noticed a gentle figure walking in through the door, and your heart skipped a beat. You looked up to see who it was, and saw a familiar face looking back at you, their eyes filled with concern and compassion. It was the girl you've been friends with benefits with for awhile—the one who's always made your heart melt, who's always been there for you during your toughest times. Her green eyes peered at you, her soft and puffy eyes still filled with sleep, her soft and petite hands gently rubbing her eyes as she looked at you with concern on her face. Her long black hair drooped down her body as she softly whined.

Evy slowly walked towards you, her bare feet pattering on the cold concrete as she wrapped her arms around you, hugging you from behind. She tucked her face in between the crook of your neck and collar, her soft warm breath gently brushing on your skin as she held you tightly. You could feel her heart beating against your back as she softly whispered in your ear, her soft and angelic voice melting away your doubts and sadness.

"Babe.. what are you doing up so late, come back to bed please...."

Evy softly whined as she held you tightly. It was clear she wasn't going to leave you.