Sleeping is for Tortoises (short fluff)

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Sarah was walking around the TARDIS looking for the kitchen or a pantry to get something to eat. The TARDIS must have been trying to play another trick on her because every door she opened was either the laundry room or an empty closet.

Finally after trying around ten doors the old ship let her into the kitchen. Sarah made herself a peanut butter and jam sandwich and was almost done, putting away the jam into the refrigerator with a sigh and turned to her sandwich.

She lifted it up taking a bite when something cold hit her shirt. Strawberry jam had fallen onto her new white blouse, a pink stain left behind as she tried to clean it off. Sarah grumbled to herself and carried her sandwich back into her room to change. She found a nice dark shirt and put it on to go drop off her shirt to get washed. Luckily the TARDIS led her to the laundry room without a problem.

Opening the door she understood why the TARDIS had tried so hard before. Next to the clothes line, in a pile of what looked like The Doctors clean laundry, her alien friend had fallen asleep curled up in the laundry. Sarah held back a squeal of laughter wondering if she should take a picture of the adorable scene or not.

She smiled and put her shirt in the washer noticing his scarf air drying above him where he must have been waiting for it to dry before shaking her head and walking back to her snack. Sleeping is for tortoises.

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