You were Kunikidas five year old adopted daughter. You had very very bad insomnia, so going to sleep was always so so hard for you, no matter how tired you were. It seemed to be very bad that night, because when it was about 9pm, you were still trying to be put to sleep by Kunikida. He was holding your head on his shoulder as he slowly walked in small room circles, and swayed you both.

Kunikida: “I know it’s hard lovie…”