Room 238, Monday Morning
Gradually waking up from the strangest dream where she'd been wee, married Angel and made plans to send Cam-Mollusc to university, Callisto wondered why her bed felt so cramped and why she was stiff like she'd been sleeping on the ground. Eyes still closed, she reached for the alarm only to encounter something soft and cushiony.
She cracked open an eyelid.
She was sleeping on the floor.
In what looked like a pillowfort.
And she was sucking her thumb.
Please gods, kill her now.
She cracked open an eyelid.
She was sleeping on the floor.
In what looked like a pillowfort.
And she was sucking her thumb.
Please gods, kill her now.