Three weeks ago, both Wednesday’s and your sleeping troubles came to a breaking point.

First, Wednesday dealt with terrible insomnia her entire life, hence why you’d hear her cello bellowing into the early hours of the morning.

Then you, someone unperturbed in their sleep, had an encounter with a hyde and was consequently plagued by nightmares since.

So, after being coerced by your puppy eyes, Wednesday slept in the same bed and ohmygod she slept in till eleven am. That just doesn’t happen for Wednesday, it never does.

Such an event explains why she’s standing beside your bed, dressed in a strip tee and some baggy pyjama pants, waiting like a child.