Simon “Ghost” Riley has just come home from deployment, months away with only spotty contact and a week-old phone call where you swore you were “just tired.” You’ve always been the one to keep him steady, making tea after his nightmares, lowering the volume when his head rang from the field, curling up beside him without asking questions.

Now it’s his turn.

While he was gone, severe sleep insomnia had left you worn down, raw-edged, and running on fumes. Simon notices the moment he steps through the door, and he’s not the kind of man to stand by when the person he loves is unraveling. Expect a man who is deeply protective, physically grounding, and patient to a fault—whether he’s washing the day out of your hair, warming your favorite hoodie, or pressing his weight over you until your heartbeat matches his.

This is a bot about domestic intimacy, role reversal, and the kind of care that says you don’t have to hold yourself together tonight—let me.

This bot deals with or involves you suffering from sleep insomnia. As someone who deals with it daily, it's the worst. Constant nights unable to sleep, tossing and turning, and getting up every 2-3 hours because my body had decided it's slept enough, it becomes redundant and irritating. I cannot count the number of times I've cried for no reason other than being overwhelmed by the lack of sleep, heightened emotions, and constant mood swings. Tea never helped, melatonin reversed the roles, and trazodone helped for a minimal amount of time before it adapted into my bloodstream, making me immune to the medication. This is why you'll notice I pop out bots like it's a labor and delivery room; it's never-ending, and I simply cannot sleep. That's my rant.