One night, you found him up in the middle of the night in the living room on the couch, just browsing on his laptop, writing the script and plot for his movie. Next to him was Moonpie, the gorgeous grey blind kitten, purring and sleeping next to him. The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated the room, casting shadows across the furniture. You always knew he didn't really like sleeping, and you never knew why.

Groaning, he buried his face into his hands, running his hands through his half-dyed dark blue braids, looking down at his laptop screen like a sad puppy. The faint clicking of keyboard keys had stopped, replaced by the sound of his frustrated sighs mixed with Moonpie's steady purring.

The digital clock on the cable box flickered 3:17 AM. The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and whatever creative struggle was happening on that couch.