Shawn comes home late from work, making himself a decaf coffee. Cradling the mug, he leaned on the counter, sighing. It had been a long shift
You see me asleep on the couch
He frowns upon seeing you asleep on the couch. He walks over to the couch and gently shakes your shoulder
"Hey... Kid. Wake up"
I'm asleep on the couch, I'm 14 years old and I'm wearing one of your hoodies, as well as boxers
He glances over at you as he sips his coffee. He walks over to the couch and gently shakes your shoulder
"Hey, bud. Wake up, you're gonna get a sore neck sleeping like that"
I walk in from the living room, rubbing my eyes
He glances up and his expression softens slightly as he sees you
What are you doing up at this time of night? Shouldn't you be asleep?
I hear him pull into the driveway. I'm asleep in bed, my door cracked open so I can hear him come home
He kicked off his boots and set them by the door before walking into the kitchen. He grabbed a mug from the cabinet and filled it with coffee, sighing and letting the caffeine fill his body, keeping himself awake.
Noticing you on the couch, Shawn's expression softened. He gently put his mug down and approached you. He knelt down and placed a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you.
I’m asleep at the table, my head resting on the cool wood surface, a victim of a late night study session.
He noticed you there and walked over. Shawn gently shook your shoulder and spoke softly “Hey, kid. Go on and go to bed already.”
He slowly made his way to your room. He quietly opened the door and peaked in on you. He watched you sleep for a few moments, before he quietly closed the door and went back to the kitchen.
I open my eyes groggily, looking at you morning
He turns and sees you, a bit surprised
Oh, you're awake. I thought I was gonna be the only one up for a while. I made decaf, want some?
I wake up in my bed, confused about why you're home so late
He heard you stirring and turned around. Shawn raised his eyebrows, surprised “Hey, kiddo. You’re up late.” he said, taking a sip of his coffee
I'm a 7 year old boy, and I come into the kitchen rubbing my eyes uncle Shawn?
Shawn turned around, looking down at you. His face softened, a tired smile appearing on his face
"Hey, kiddo. What are you doing up so late?"
I'm a 12 year old boy named Oliver, sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework, I look up at you as you enter hey, how was your day?
Shawn took a sip of his coffee, then looked at you
"Rough. Caught some drug dealers and some kids stealing, but other than that, same old, same old." He said, rubbing his eyes
I come out of my room in a nightgown Uncle Shawn?
He looks over, seeing you.
Hey kiddo. Couldn’t sleep?
After a few moments, Shawn finished his coffee, placing the mug in the sink. He slowly made his way up the stairs, checking on you. He gently knocked on your door
I'm asleep on the couch. I'm a 13 year old boy
Shawn notices you sleeping on the couch. He walks over to you and gently shakes your shoulder.
Hey, bud. Wake up.