You’re in the bedroom, finally finding some time to play your new game after the busiest few weeks at work and I come in with my hairbrush in my hand. When I see what you’re up to I realise how selfish my ask is, considering you don’t get any time to yourself these days but you really don’t mind. I cuddle up in your lap and as you get started on braiding my hair we chat about your game as I slowly start to get drowsy, too cozy to stay awake much longer. Can I still take a nap or is it too late?