Night shift

I work in a residential unit supporting five guys with intellectual disabilities and tonight is my sleepover shift. They've all gone to bed now. Quiet house... If you ignore the snorescape. No matter how many sleepovers I have clocked up, I still haven't gotten the hang of actually sleeping in a bed that isn't mine, without my husband's hulking mass next to me. If I do actually fall asleep, I wake up soon after in a wild panic, trying to figure out where the hell I am, until the hum of the office computer and the sound of a congested buffalo through the wall reminds me.