Room 125, Friday Morning

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto was asleep.

Sleep was good.

If she was asleep, she wasn't awake.

And if she wasn't awake, it wasn't tomorrow yet.

It not being tomorrow yet was a very good thing.

Therefore sleep was good. QED.

[There is scrapbooking. You have been warned.]

Comments

[notstakedyet]

Angel snuggled up next to her.

He could totally appreciate the denial thing.

[psycho_barbie]

Still completely and totally asleep, Callisto curled an arm around his waist possessively.

[notstakedyet]

Barely conscious at the best of times anyway, Angel was clearly still dozing when he nuzzled her hair.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto was definitely not awake when she started kissing his neck.