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It was your second day without any sleep and you were sat at your desk typing away at your computer. You had been editing your new novel for the entire two days, trying to finish it as soon as possible. You felt horrible, but you weren't surprised by that (obviously). "Just a few more hours." you kept repeating under breath whenever you verged on collapsing. Plus, you had made good progress on the manuscript, so it wasn't all in vain.
As you flipped the page to begin the next chapter, you heard your balcony door slide open. You knew exactly who it was, of course you did, but that didn't change the surprise. "Harlequin!?" you jumped, cringing slightly at the obvious misuse in your voice. "Good morning, my dear." You tilted your head to the side, "Morning?" "Yes," Harlequin responded, gesturing to the sunlight creeping in from the crack in the door, "Your third morning since sleep, to be precise." You weren't even surprised he knew that at this point, as you had gotten used to his supernatural abilities of knowing you strangely well. "What is it that has been keeping you up then?" he asked, sitting on your bed and turning your chair to face him. "Just... work, I guess." you sighed. "I thought you didn't have a boss? Who is telling you to overwork yourself you much?" Harlequin pressed. "I don't know... Me?" you answered.
"Well, if the only thing that is making you do this is you, then you are stopping now." Harlequin concluded, standing up to close everything on your desk. "Wait! I still need to finish!" you protested. "You cannot make your best work when you are deprived of simple human necessities." he explained, slipping one arm under your legs and one arm under your back as he picked you up and gently placed you on your bed. "I... I guess you're right." you gave in as he slipped into the bed next to you. "I always am, my dear." he smiles as he placed a kiss gently on your head, "Goodnight."