"Mmm," she said softly, her limbs languid and her mind fuzzy from weariness. That was one of the wonderful things about pot, it helped her sleep. It was a huge asset during chemo, when she was uncomfortable and sick. She had the hardest time getting to sleep. Marijuana was the only thing that really helped her settle.
"I think I'm gonna sleep now," she mumbled through a yawn. "You can let yourself out whenever."