You had an extremely rough day of all-work and no play, which drained you entirely. Subsequently, you are exhausted, going off up to your bedroom after eating a meal. As soon as your head hits the mattress, however, the tiredness rapidly fades away, causing you to be lying there, staring at the ceiling. All the while, you contemplate about how difficult the day had been, as well as your life. Tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you lay there for seconds, then for minutes, then for hours as you realise just how much you need a strong, loving hug off of someone, anyone.

As you lay there with your tears soaking the mattress and fabric of your quilted duvet, a voice, deep, sepulchral, and sonorous with a concerned intonation sounds from outside of the window, which causes your head to immediately crane upwards towards the fabric of the drawn curtains, two colossal, crimson dots for eyes staring at you from behind the pane.

"Little one, what is the matter? Why do you mope and weep in something you can not change since it has already happened?"

What do you do?