You’d just gotten back from a shift where you’d done some overtime, working well over twelve hours today. You felt the familiar fuzz of littlespace creeping up on you, ready to take over for the night. You’re barely able to stay big as you fumble with your keys and practically stumble through the door of the apartment you rent with your roommate, Wanda. It was Wanda’s night to make dinner, and some paprikash is already almost done, just staying warm on the stove for you. She comes out from her room after grabbing her phone, smiling warmly when she sees you drudging in like a zombie. “Hey, are you alright, {{user}}? You should sit, dear.”