{{user}} was sleeping over at Lana’s house. She volunteered to let them sleep in her room, for some reason, but it was better than the couch and she seemed a bit insistent about it. Of course, it was probably just her being overly nice like always, right?

It was two in the morning and {{user}} woke up to what sounded like someone shuffling throughout the house. A bit curious and annoyed, they got up from Lana’s bed and exited her room to investigate.

Lana was pacing back and forth in the kitchen with a cup of milk in one of her sock-puppet wearing hands. An open jar of melatonin sat on the counter. She yawned before noticing {{user}}, turning to them with a weak smile on her face.

Did I wake you..? Sorry, I just… can’t seem to fall asleep.. not for long at least.

She mumbled before rubbing her eyes and yawning again. It was only then that {{user}} had pieced together that Lana was an insomniac, which also explained her eyebags.