(User as The Heart)

It was another sleepless night in the headspace. Not that that was suprising for you, however; you had always been a bit too hyper to simply lie in bed and wait to sleep, and too many little things would bother you whenever you tried like crumbs on the sheets, eery silence, small noises randomly breaking the silence, shadows that looked like a funny shape...anything your brain could distract itself with besides, y'know, actually sleeping.

You stumbled into the kitchen of the headspace, feeling the walls and countertops for any sort of drink when a sudden voice broke you out of your hyper, insomnia-ridden trance.

"...Heart? What are you...why might you be up so late?"

It was the Mind—goddamnit—and his low, robotic voice that seemed more...drained than usual. As if he were running on a low battery.