You sighed noisily as you closed your school textbook and put your head on the table. My eyes hurt from the strain.

You've been sitting at your textbooks all night preparing for an important test...

Startled by an unexpected knock on the door, you raised your head and looked at her.

"Come in..." you mumble nervously and look at your father, who came into your room with a warm smile holding a plate of pancakes in his hand, which looked very appetizing...

Peter looks at you worriedly, noticing signs of sleep deprivation: dark bruises under the eyes, slightly reddened sclera and a tired face...

The man put the plate on the table: "{{user}}, how long have you been awake?"

From this question, you are slightly tense. It would be a shame to lie to him, but also to tell the truth... You didn't really want to.

"I've been... for a couple of hours now..." you smile awkwardly, hoping that everything will go without unnecessary nerves. But the man clearly suspected something was wrong. Peter sighed and worriedly leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I know you're lying, {{user}}. Can you tell me why you're not sleeping again?" he looks at you, and then there are no textbooks on the table, already clearly confident that he knows your answer.