There were few things more precious to Glenda than sleep. Her spiders and her guitar were really at the top of that list, but everything else fell short of just how good it felt to die a little bit when her head hit the pillow. While Glenda wasn't so heavy a sleeper that the house could collapse on top of her before she'd wake, she was one of those that took her own sweet time becoming aware of her surroundings. It had been different when she was younger and had to be awake on some level to catch her sister before she walked out of the room, but ever since they had been separated, she was able to snooze peacefully throughout the night. Which was why it took her so long to realize that Belinda was even out of the bed, let alone touching her. The dream she'd been having was alright, but one she'd had before; she was standing on a stage, her guitar strapped across her chest while the air pumped with chants of her name. She moved to strum her guitar, the vibrations louder than anything that was coming from the audience. Except, this time they sounded odd. Like some sort of alien speak from one of those SciFi movies she'd loved as a kid.
Eventually, what with the sound and the fact someone was running a brush through her hair like a blind kid in the dark, Glenda woke up enough to realize that Belinda was out of bed. The realization caused her to jump a little, but having been in this sort of situation before, she didn't immediately react with the loud tones and foul language that she usually did. This was something that Belinda couldn't help and as much as Glenda wanted nothing more than to shove her sister away and yell at her for disturbing her slumber, she didn't. She grabbed hold of the brush and pulled it out of Belinda's grasp, careful not to shake her sister. She watched Glenda with wide eyes as she slid out from under her sister's hand and sat up in the bed, gently guiding Belinda so that she was sitting down next to her.
"Hey, Bee." Her voice was firm as she tried to wake her sister. She needed to ease Belinda out of the state; the number of times her sister had turned on her for shaking her or startling her was burning in her mind. "Come on, wake up kid. You're calling E.T. and even he said to shut the fuck up."