Sleepless in the Suburbs

She can’t sleep. She tosses and turns and accidentally hits Matt in the face.

Matt: What the hell…
FridayNext: Oh, sorry. Are you awake?
Matt: I am now…
FridayNext: I can’t sleep.
Matt: I’m tired.
FridayNext: So am I but I can’t sleep.
Matt: Tough.
FridayNext: *sucks in air in disbelief*
Matt: Go watch some telly, will ya. You’re all over the bed.
FridayNext: You’re supposed to stay awake with me.
Matt: Well, you’re supposed to love me but you don’t!
FridayNext: Oh you’re so cranky!
Matt: Because you won’t let me sleep, woman!
FridayNext: Woman! I’m so taking the duvet with me, honey!

And she leaves the bedroom in a frightful mood. On her way to the living room she makes a detour to the kitchen and raids the cupboards for snacks. No need for lights to find the cookies and crisps. Instead of cola she opts for the healthy bottle of water. For once. She mumbles incoherently to herself on her way into the living room. The lights are on. She shields her eyes from the lights.

Spidey: What are you doing up?
FridayNext: What are you doing up?
Spidey: What’s that? Cookies?
FridayNext: I found your stash.
Spidey: It’s supposed to be in the secret cupboard.
FridayNext: Above the stove. Yeah, Sherlock. The secret cupboard. Shesh, were you born stupid?
Spidey: Will you shut up?
FridayNext: Sorry. I’m so tired and I can’t sleep and…

She opens the pack of cookies in anything but a delicate way and the cookies go all over the floor. Spidey sighs but avoids putting his foot in her mistake. She drops the duvet and flops down on the sofa. Close to tears.

FridayNext: I feel like a failure, Spidey.
Spidey: We are not having this conversation, Fri.
FridayNext: Can you see Uni here? No? So you better step in and humour me.
Spidey: You’re not a failure. Why would you be? Look at you. You’re green. You’re a sheep. You have a kick ass bike. You have a helmet. And you have a job. You live with the two coolest men on the face of the earth. Of course I’m the coolest of us, but Matt really isn’t that bad. For a man. If you’re into men. Which of course I’m not. Did you bring crisps as well?

She fumbles with the duvet and finally she is wrapped like a mummy, warm and cosy and cocoonish.

FridayNext: What if Wednesday blows up in my face?
Spidey: It won’t.
FridayNext: It might. It’s bound to. In a way. Why oh why oh why.
Spidey: Hey, that’s my line!
FridayNext: Goddddddd, I just wish…wish…wish…
Spidey: What?
FridayNext: That life would be easy for once. That everything would fall into place. The right place that is.
Spidey: The Closer is on…
FridayNext: I love Kyra Sedgwick!
Spidey: Wanna be alone with the telly?
FridayNext: Hah hah – funny, Spidey. Give me some of the crisps.
Spidey: Catch!

For a split second she forgets she’s wrapped in the duvet and she tries to lift her arms inside the duvet, but instead she keels to her right ending up face down on the sofa.

Spidey: Jesus, you look like a turd. As if somebody just pooped on the sofa. Disgusting.
FridayNext: *mumbling with half the sofa in her mouth* Help me…

Wednesday is around the corner and she’s no longer giddy with anticipation. She’s tired and scared and wonders if she did the right thing. Oh Wednesday…