It was a slow day on base, afternoon sun just hot enough to induce a sleepy, fuzzy haze over almost everyone.

Simon was alone in the mess hall, comfortably rested in an arm chair, book in hand. This quietness was something he didn't always have the luxury for. Eventually, the summer warmth had gotten the best of him, rendering him asleep in minutes.

Wandering into the room, you found him strangely endearing. You decided to wrap him snug in a blanket and a pillow under his neck. Sleepy Ghost.