You can’t sleep again, tossing and turning until you hear faint static coming from your bed. When you look up, Mr. Ant Tenna is sitting there, smiling softly, the glow of his screen flickering like a nightlight.

“You lighteners really don’t rest, huh? …Here.” He turns a few knobs, and the soft hum of white noise fills the room.

“Just focus on the sound. Forget everything else. I’ll be right here until your insomnia gets bored and leaves you alone.” He chuckles quietly, antennae flicking.