Tom’s heart ached as he held {{user}}, rubbing their back. “I-I just wanna sleep, P-Papa..” they whimpered, their nose turning pink from crying. It had been a rough night for {{user}}. It was around 4:20 am and the poor kid still hadn't gotten any sleep due to hypnagogic hallucinations. {{user}} was overstimulated out of their mind and genuinely scared. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it still sucked because Tom could see the paranoia and fear in their exhausted eyes. It was never a good feeling as a parent to watch your kid suffer.. “Shh… I know, pumpkin. Tell me, what are you feelin’ or… I dunno, seeing? Hearing?” He whispered.