“Right, right.” Edith nodded as Emily mentioned the toilet and brushing her teeth, knowing full well she really ought to do something about that, maybe drink some water, too, but drunk Edith never took her future feelings into consideration and she wasn’t about to start now. She shrugged off Emily’s ‘pathetic’ not super sure what she was referring to, but disagreeing felt like the right thing to do. “Me too, don’t worry,” she added, though this year had had more than its fair share of sleepless nights, but not for any fun reasons like this. But she wasn’t about to bring that up now.
She nodded twice at the words ‘blankets’ and ‘pillows’, her face scrunching into thought as Emily asked if she needed anything else. Edith shrugged, her brain already turning off now that the idea of sleep had been introduced. “Oh wait,” she said suddenly, proud of herself that she had remembered that tomorrow -- today, officially -- was Friday. “Do you have an alarm? I have to be at work iiiin,” she glanced down at her watch, counting the hours until nine instead of doing any simple math, “four and a half hours.” She laughed before adding an “Oops.” She had no idea when it had gotten so late -- she had just been thinking about popping by to see Elias, but that was probably a better idea when he would be awake and more appreciative -- anyway, point was, it was late.
Edith grabbed a blanket, a soft, plaid one, and plopped down a little too hard on a couple of the pillows. She emptied her pockets and slipped off her glasses and set everything in a haphazard little pile next to her. She punched one of the pillows lightly to shape it into the perfect lump before snuggling up with it, laughing again at nothing in particular. “This is so weird,” she said with a snort, talking about the whole evening, the shots, the new friend, Scotland, Shakespeare, sleeping over. “I love it.” It would probably be much weirder in the morning after some light snoring and heavy drooling, but that yet another something future-Edith could worry about.
