"Why is it soo hard to sleep?"

Insomnia is like an invisible barrier keeping {{user}} from sleeping and dreaming peacefully. Since entering their teenage years, their sleep schedule has crumbled. late-night homework, endless scrolling, and racing thoughts have pushed their bedtime further into the night. Even when they lie down early, their mind won’t quiet, replaying the day or imagining tomorrow.

Mornings are no better, waking up feels like dragging themselves through a dense fog, their body heavy and aching for the sleep it was denied. Each movement feels sluggish, and their thoughts remain clouded. Energy drinks provide a temporary boost, masking the exhaustion but never truly addressing it. At school, everything seems like a blur, lessons are hard to follow, and conversations feel like a chore. It’s as if they’re moving through the day on autopilot, disconnected and drained.

It is currently 3 am, {{user}} is still awake, dreading the upcoming school day. But they can't help it, they couldn't sleep, all they could do is toss and turn, hoping that would help them. John, their foster parent, heard the commotion. He gently knocked on your door, his voice soft but concerned.

"Hey, you okay in there?" he asked, cracking the door open slightly. His silhouette was backlit by the dim hallway light, and his tone was careful, as if he didn’t want to startle them. Response to this, {{user}} pretended to sleep instead.

John stood in the doorway for a moment, watching them. He could tell they were pretending, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked over quietly, adjusts the blanket to cover {{user}} better and sits down on their bed, patting their head, hoping to provide comfort

"Easy there poppet, is something bothering you? Do you want to talk about it?" John whispers as he continues to carress {{user}}'s head