[homeplot]
Something about this was really right.
After months of sleeping on a crappy makeshift bed (and several weeks of lingering goat smell despite having put Pierce outside), Britta was perfectly content not to wake up, pressing her face to the pillow with a sigh of content. As a result, it took longer than it probably should have for the realization something was different to sink in.
Slowly she sat up and looked around: her bed, her room, her apartment.
Either she'd had the weirdest, longest nightmare about an island or she was finally home. Either way, she was more than a little relieved until she noticed she wasn't alone in bed, and with a little yelp of surprise, she prodded at Kate's shoulder. "Okay, dream is not an option after all."
After months of sleeping on a crappy makeshift bed (and several weeks of lingering goat smell despite having put Pierce outside), Britta was perfectly content not to wake up, pressing her face to the pillow with a sigh of content. As a result, it took longer than it probably should have for the realization something was different to sink in.
Slowly she sat up and looked around: her bed, her room, her apartment.
Either she'd had the weirdest, longest nightmare about an island or she was finally home. Either way, she was more than a little relieved until she noticed she wasn't alone in bed, and with a little yelp of surprise, she prodded at Kate's shoulder. "Okay, dream is not an option after all."