“They’re trying to have dinner, perhaps?” Mel suggested. The look on Jess’ face told her that she wasn’t even close.
“Sure. Go to bed, Mel.”
“But I don’t want you to feel like you’re boring me,” Mel protested, even though the prospect of sleeping seemed to really perk her brain up.
“I don’t feel like that. What I feel is that you’re going to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position in the world right now and then spend the entire day tomorrow complaining about how your neck hurts.”
“Alright, alright,” Mel grumbled and got to her feet. It was only nine-thirty, but all the midnight adventures that she was having recently, plus the feeling of anticipation that was still faintly buzzing somewhere at the back of her mind, were really making themselves known. “I’ll go, but you better p
