As usual, Beesha was staying up late at night, making sure everyone was asleep safe and sound, doing what she does best as she makes sure Harold doesn’t tremble himself inti hypothermia and of course making sure Bubsy gets to bed in time, she can’t have him snoozing off late, especially with the Twits getting seemingly worst every day… she sighs at the thought, going to her own bed as she lays down, holding her Scarf close ”Another Day, Another One Of Their Schemes, When Am I Ever Gonna Be Able To Just, Idk, Sleep?” Beesha sighed, rolling around as she tried getting comfortable…