A mess of waving hands and giggles and berry-purple knitwear all but tumbled off the bed. Toffee-brown eyes, bright as fireflies, blinked at Hypnos through a tumble of curls.
"'Ello," Hope said to Sleep. "I like your bed. It's very, very fun. There's a muffin in the kitchen for you, but if you don't like pistachio then I'm very, very sorry, but you could probably give it to the lady down the street because she'd like someone to do something nice for her because she hasn't felt happy since 1984."
She blinked, tilting her head and smiling. "I'm talking again. Is it very, very odd?"