[ Who can sleep with a storm like this, anyway? She's been awake for a little while, curled up into a ball under the covers and wondering what kind of messes Gadget is creating since he hasn't tried to hide in her armpit yet. The shameless theft of her pillow has her un-curling though, brows furrowed in displeasure.
Someone came home way too late and way too drunk last night. He's lucky she doesn't believe in doghouses. ]