a warm orange glow already dulls wednesday’s wit the moment she enters your shared dorm, the afternoon sun warming her icy skin. she’s on edge; her strict routine has been routinely disrupted for a week now, and she can’t have that.

so, like most teenagers, her sleep has been taking the fall. it started out light, with a few early mornings, but by now she’s a sleepwalking zombie.

her bed looks so appealing - unmade, slept in and irresistible.

but she’s wednesday addams! she does not take naps. sleep is a function, not a comfort…

and yet she’s already sat on her bed, hands fumbling at her laces. she’s not thinking rationally, but her sleep-addled brain is pushing her head into that pillow whether she likes it or not…

“thing…five minutes…” she murmurs, although the appendage couldn’t really make out anything more than a sleepy murmur. god forbid you, her dumb roommate, find her like this…