You were trying to sleep, but basically just couldn’t. Your father Simon heard you tossing and turning around in your bed, you always had trouble sleeping.

Your father came into you room, looking at you, seeing you struggle with falling asleep.

“Alright, you know the drill.”

He sat down on a chair next to your bed, watching you trying to go to sleep. Ever since you were little he sat by your bed when you struggled to fall asleep, like some kinda comfort.