*on hold* Until Callan moved in next door, Presley was one hundred percent, completely fine with how her life was turning out.
She never regretted dropping out of college or wasting her days working in a diner for minimum wage. Boredom never plagued...
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"Uh, Pres?"
"Mmhm?" I stared down into my bowl of milk and soggy cinnamon toasts.
"You put this in the cabinet."
My eyes lifted to Brie, finding her with one brow raised and the jug of milk in her hand. She kept a questioning eye on me as she placed the milk into the refrigerator.
"Oops." I shrugged.
Brie sat down next to me at the peninsula as I drained the sugary liquid from my bowl.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I got up and set my dish and spoon into the sink, even though the dishwasher was empty, and it would only have taken two extra seconds to put it there.
"You've been... off. And you look really tired, no offense."
"I am tired," I said, collapsing onto the sofa and pulling my favorite fuzzy blanket up to my chin. "Sleep is impossible."
Brie met me on the couch, sitting at my feet with her peanut butter toast in hand. Crunch. She took a moment to finish chewing before she asked, "Why can't you sleep?"
"I don't know," I groaned, hiding under the covers.
"I haven't been hearing your twenty-five alarms going off lately."
I was the queen of snooze. Was. "Because why would I need an alarm if I'm not sleeping?"
"When did this start?" Brie asked before taking another loud bite.
I gave it some thought, then poked my head out. "A few weeks, I think? It wasn't so bad at first. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and wouldn't be able to fall asleep for an hour or two. But now, I'm lucky if I can fall asleep at all. At night, anyway. During the day, I could snooze forever. Too bad I have to adult. Adulting sucks." I grimaced.
Brie leaned against the back of the couch and continued to thoughtfully (and loudly) finish her breakfast. Normally, I'd tell her to keep it down, but I didn't have the energy.
"Didn't you start officially seeing Callan a few weeks ago?"
"Something like that. Maybe longer. What are you getting at?" I asked, sitting up straight, pulling my knees to my chest.
Brie must have seen the concern in my eyes. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
"What? You can't say that and expect me to leave it alone."
Sighing, Brie shifted closer to me. She looked me in the eye. "Are you sure you're ready to date again? After... Nick?"
My stomach rolled at the mention of his name. "You think I can't sleep because I feel guilty for dating Callan?" I'd thought it many times, but I never expected anyone else to come to that conclusion.
