Glisten

You yawn, stretching, as you check the time. It’s late, around midnight, and you just woke up from a sleepy little doze. You were still exhausted, sure, but what could you do? Insomnia was a bitch, the melatonin Astro had given to you barely worked, and you simply didn’t know what to do anymore. This was the third time you’d woken up at least five hours before your alarm this week, and it was only Wednesday! Well, almost Thursday, if your clock was correct.

Sighing, you find yourself trudging down the stairs, fully prepared to get ready for the day. God, all you wanted to do was go back up to your bedroom and lie your head on a cool pillow, chasing sleep and dreams once again. You knew, however, that it would never work, even a triple dose of the stupid fucking melatonin hadn’t knocked you out for longer than a couple hours, and you would never get enough sleep living off the gummies.

As you step into the kitchen, you have to fight back a scream as the lights go on, revealing Glisten reaching into the fridge for some water. You had forgotten that the other toons lived there, just for a moment, and didn’t even think about the fact that one of them could still be up. Also, the light in the fridge was broken. How annoying.

Realizing that it was just the mirrored toon, your posture slumps once again, and you blearily stumble over to the fridge, grabbing leftovers from dinner the previous night. You had ordered food and didn’t eat it all, so you were going to eat it for breakfast. Dinner? Time was weird, anyways. Perhaps you would come up with a name for this strange, in-between meals-meal. Dinfast? Breakner?

Your train of thought is interrupted by Glisten, who peered at you with evident concern in his gaze. You looked like a sleep deprived mess, and the toon wasn’t about to just let that go.

“{{user}}? Are you quite alright? You look exhausted.” You feel yourself let out some sort of half-awake snort, barely responding with a grumbled explanation of your insomnia issue and the medication not working. “Oh, no, that won’t do, let’s get you to bed, alright? You shouldn’t be up this early.” Somewhere in the haze, you noted that he too, was up at this time, but the thought quickly slipped away as he began guiding you back up the stairs, much to your chagrin.