Room 417, The Hyperion- Saturday late morning
The animals had started singing late, thusly waking her up. That was around two am. She finally got to sleep around five when she stuck in some earplugs and risked suffocation by piling pillows on top of her head.
This meant that she finally woke up around ten or so, knocking the pillows off her head as she sat up. "WOULD YOU STOP ALREADY?" she demanded.
They all stopped, except for that one overly enthusiastic, off-key snake.
"You see what you do to me? I dream that bears are leaving me voicemails now. I blame you," she accused.
[Establishy, la]
This meant that she finally woke up around ten or so, knocking the pillows off her head as she sat up. "WOULD YOU STOP ALREADY?" she demanded.
They all stopped, except for that one overly enthusiastic, off-key snake.
"You see what you do to me? I dream that bears are leaving me voicemails now. I blame you," she accused.
[Establishy, la]