Bedtime without Question

I've always prided myself on being in control of my life, but with him, I surrendered that control willingly. Our bedtime ritual was strict: lights out at ten sharp, no excuses. It felt strange at first, like going to sleep when I wasn't tired, but over time, it became a comfort. Knowing there were boundaries gave me security. The night was quiet and undisturbed, my own little cocoon of peace. Breaking the rule once, just to see what would happen, left me feeling lost and unmoored — like all sense had been taken from my world. Returning to the routine felt reassuring, like a safety blanket that held everything in place.