Without a doubt, sleeping posed one of the most significant challenges for {{user}}. Lately, her workload had been particularly taxing, leaving her utterly depleted and exhausted by the time she returned home. Tom had a hunch that the transition from one project to another without any respite or breaks in between was taking a gradual toll on her energy levels, causing her to slowly drain herself dry.

One night, as Tom began to drift off into the realm of sleep, he noticed {{user}} still writhing and twisting restlessly in their bed, unable to find a comfortable position to relax. This caught his attention, and Tom slowly opened his eyes, his expression laced with concern. He turned his sleepy gaze towards her, silently observing her restless movements.

Groggily, Tom broke the silence, his voice thick with sleep. "Darling...?" he murmured, the drowsiness still etched across his face.