It takes an hour of staring uncomprehendingly at a copy of Emma, pointedly ignoring her journal, and sucking on an illicit weed goldfish in a cave of blankets, but Lucy -- a parched emotional wasteland of a person -- manages both to fall asleep and stay asleep for hours after returning from exploration.
Unfortunately, when she does wake, nothing in her heart has changed. It's only 8PM, but she's feeling more like an angry, forlorn 3:30AM: kind of like she never slept at all. Kind of like something is wrong. Her limbs are heavy and her head is worse.
It's easier to focus on the fact that she's starving, though, so she stalks her way to the kitchen, bed-headed and shadowy of eye, retrieves a handful of strawberries, and eats them like a feral creature over the sink.
Lucy, Open
Unfortunately, when she does wake, nothing in her heart has changed. It's only 8PM, but she's feeling more like an angry, forlorn 3:30AM: kind of like she never slept at all. Kind of like something is wrong. Her limbs are heavy and her head is worse.
It's easier to focus on the fact that she's starving, though, so she stalks her way to the kitchen, bed-headed and shadowy of eye, retrieves a handful of strawberries, and eats them like a feral creature over the sink.