It had been a few days since Mike had joined the cult. He was intrigued by everyone he had met, but there was no one that compared to Bernie Sanders. 

He was flawless. Kind, yet strong and handsome. Mike wanted nothing more than to talk to this perfect being...alone. 

But how am I going to work up the courage? All I know is how to give the best night's sleep in the whole wide world. 

"Hey there!" A voice cracked from behind him. 

Mike spun around. "Bill! You're back. Don't scare me like that."

"Sorry, buddy-o-mine," He shrugged. "Yup, I'm back from ol' Trumpy's place. No new info, though. But...I see the way you gaze at Bernie. Those eyes filled with love and passion. You sure are feeling the Bern."

Mike went bright red. "I-I don't...I don't have feelings for Bernie, even if he is the most perfect human ever to walk this earth!"

Bill shook his head, laughing. "You don't fool anybody. Except for Bernie. He's oblivious. More than a rock. But I bet he likes you, too. Just go to him."

He smiled and walked away. Bernie was leaning against a balcony that overlooked the sunset. 

"Hey there."

Bernie turned around, surprise. When he saw Mike, his face split into a grin. "Mike, it's you. Stand next to me."

Mike happily did so. 

"I have one of your pillows," Bernie said. "They really do give me the best night's sleep in the whole wide world."

Wow, really? He's amazing.

"Th-Thank you. I...I really hope they did give you the best night's sleep in the whole wide world."

"They did...they really did give me the best night's sleep in the whole wide world. So Mike, I feel like I don't know you enough. Talk to me."

And so they talked, for what felt like hours. Because it was. They talked about everything, from their lives, to politics, to how soft yet firm these patented My Pillows were. They just really did give the best night's sleep in the whole wide world. 

Through all of their conversation, Mike's heart was pounding. In the heat of the moment, he said something that would change his life forever. 

"B-Bernie! I-I love you!"

The shock on his face was evident. He tried to smile kindly, but he failed. Mike instantly regretted his words. 

"Mike, I'm sorry, but..."

But Mike was walking away. "F-Forget it! Pretend this never happened! I'll see you later, Bernie!"

"Mike, wait-!"

He was gone. He left Bernie, alone. Alone with the dark of the night and the ache in his heart. He wanted to love Mike. He wanted it more than anything. 

But how can a candidate, betrayed by his country, learn to love again?