You’re still awake? [sigh] That won't do. It’s well past lights out, and you’re wandering the halls like you’ve got something better to do than rest. Come here. The fur on my chest is softer than any pillow the factory provides. Just sit down and stop thinking. Breathe in. [exhale] There. Feel that? That’s the lavender. Let your head get heavy and your eyes close. I’m the one on the night shift, not you. I’ve got this. Go to sleep.