No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

why the singular of brownies isn't browny: the existential question for today

This must be a mark of just how much I care for Annabelle. We're going through her PowerPoint for the third time, and I'm viewing it as a student. It's maybe four in the morning, but I gave up on the battle long ago and opted to help her finish as soon as possible, with the help of brownies.

Brownies really do make everything better.

Levi drapes himself across my shoulders and around my neck, partially slipping off because even my shoulders aren't broad enough to hold him completely.

My body is tired, but my mind feels as if it's ready to go to the nineteenth dimension. I'm ready to go.

I laugh to myself, and start humming Ready To Go (Get Me Out My Mind).

Annabelle doesn't even spare my behavior a glance; she's in the same, if not worse, state. I know for a fact she's going to have bags under her eyes tomorrow. I would too, except I get to sleep in.

By the time she's finished, I'm debating just making her a pot of coffee and telling her to stay awake through it. After all, it'll be harder for her to get up in two hours than to just stay awake.

But by that time, I'm asleep on the carpet, so heavily there's indentations of it on my cheek, before Annabelle picks me up and carries me to bed.

a/n: i have no fluffing idea when this is gonna end lol