WHO: Elle Bishop & [OPEN to Hyperion residents]. WHERE: Lobby. WHEN: Early morning. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In Progress.
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Elle couldn't sleep. She didn't know why, but she hadn't slept well in about a week or so. Maybe it was all the new memories. She still didn't know how to deal with them. They hadn't fixed her. They'd helped her to understand why she was the way she was now, but they definitely had not fixed her. She didn't even know if she could be fixed.
She'd woken up again, and wandered down to the lobby, still in her silky pjs and she'd thrown on a pair of slippers. She didn't want to disturb Peter, he could sleep as late as he wanted. Maybe Giselle would have coffee ready already, she could really use a cup or eight right now.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walked over to the circular couch and sat down. Any minute now, she was going to move. Any minute now she was going to wander into the kitchen and see if there was coffee, or maybe if she could help with anything. She was very avoidant of dealing with why it was she wasn't sleeping. She wasn't ready to face that just yet.