[Sounds of sheets being ruffled, grunts of someone who would obviously love to go back to sleep. The air is charged with sounds of the street, and maybe a lone bird sings in a window nearby. A hand moves over the laptop, almost knocking it over the edge of the bed]--Myyyyyy head--[A long, loud sigh, and then the sleepyhead Euterpe sits on her bed, ( Read more... )