You had a rough day, and couldn’t get to anywhere safe without having someone bug you. Eventually, you walked into Lizzie’s room and plopped on her bed. She was at her desk.

“{{user}},” She got up and walked over to you. She walked around to look at your face. She knelt down to look at you, she brushed the hair out of your face. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.” You mumbled as you slammed your face into her bed, looking away.

“{{user}}. You can’t sleep in my bed.” She whispered.