Lee legitimately falls asleep in the cab on the way home. She's still half-asleep when they get out, he has to practically carry her upstairs. A very sleepy prince. She had a total of three glasses of wine, which is too much, on top of the pills she has to take when they get home because if she doesn't now she'll forget later, and if she doesn't take them she doesn't sleep for days or sleeps 16 hours in a row. She has a plastic organizer with compartments for day and time. It's massive. She hates it.
After taking her pills she stumbles into their bedroom, tripping over her shoes. She collapses on her back on the bed, her shoes falling off her feet even though they're too small for her. She's too sleepy even to scold him for letting his nice expensive clothes, the ones she had to beg and bully him into getting, crumple on the floor. "Michael," she says, reaching out for him and opening and closing her hand. "Neshama, come here."