Night Call

I collapsed in my bed that night--alone. I’d found a place for Fionna to sleep. She had whined and asked why she couldn’t sleep with me, but I told her I needed to be alone because my head hurt, and she seemed to understand that. It wasn’t too much of a lie. I definitely had a headache. Or two.

I tried to go to sleep. It was nice to be home. I’d taken a shower to wash away all of the left over awful mage residue. I was exhausted, and I hadn’t been in my own bed for a long time. Sleeping in the forest, whether it’s the one right outside my door or the one that Fionna created in her bizarro world, is not that comfortable. The last night I’d slept in my bed hadn’t been comfortable either, so I was due a good night’s sleep.

So of course I couldn’t fall asleep. I just kept lying there on my back, staring up at the ceiling, like somehow my mind would just turn off