Iris West's POV.
By the time I had returned to the main room yesterday, Beatrice. Anne and Angie were already asleep. I figured they must have been very tired and since it was almost midnight, I did not bother to wake them up.
I squeezed myself on between Anne and Angie on the bed, after ensuring that Beatrice was comfortable on the miniature sofa by the window, and fell asleep myself.
I woke up earlier than all of them the next day. Mostly because Anne kept turning around and smacking my head with her flailing arms.
I could hear the birds chirping outside the window so I knew it was morning already. I was still very tired and considering going back to sleep but the sore feeling on my head reminded me that that might not be a good idea.
I quietly crossed over Angie and came down from
