Doc, I say, all night she remains stark awake. She drifts off to sleep only when a dove starts cooing outside her bedroom window at dawn. She’s just landed a good job that’ll require her to do morning-shift soon.
“Do your parents often fight?” The Doctor asked.
“That’s why these dark rings are around my eyes.”
“A little, Sir!”
“Here’s a soundtrack containing crooning of crickets. You play it every night before going to bed. It’ll help restore your circadian rhythm.”
She’s just started her new job. She’s not sleep-starved anymore.