Trying to sleep
Who: Ryan and Meg Setting: The laundry room, stupid o’clock Warning: nsfw
After Dominic had put her to bed and brought her some water, Meg had pretty much passed out straight away and had stayed that way, unmoving and dead to the world for the next few hours, the events of the day and lack of sleep the night before having taken their toll. It made it all the more frustrating when she woke up having to use the bathroom and could not for love nor money fall back to sleep; the room too quiet, too small, too dark even. Even the comforting presence of Dominic there wasn’t enough for her to drop off to sleep despite the exhaustion she could still feel clinging to her and if she wasn’t concerned about waking him, she might have screamed in frustration, providing she could have summoned the energy to do that. Then some part of her sleep addled brain remembered the new laundry room and she made up her mind to head down there; growing up, the laundromat was one of the few places Bob refused to go, insisting that laundry was women’s work, and the sounds and smell of the place had always been soothing to her and she wound up falling asleep there more times than she could count.
Slipping out of the room and into the one next door, she grabbed the bedding from what was technically her bed even if she hadn’t actually slept in it yet and headed for the elevator. It was slow progress given how tired she was but eventually she made it the laundry and smiled sleepily as the smell greeted her. Heading over to one of the dryers, bedding draped around her like a toga and her bare feet sticking out from beneath it, she set it to an hour cycle, hoping that’d be long enough and as the machine started up, she sank down next to it, her face coming to rest against it’s front. It was hardly the most comfortable of places she could have found to try and sleep but it did the trick, the hum of the machine and the gentle vibrations coming from it allowing her to start drifting back to sleep.