Something told her body that it couldnt sleep, her legs twitched underneath the covers. Obviously her brain wanted sleep but nothing else apart of her.<br/>Calmina looked at her digital clock, 3 am...so she did pass out, great, why wasnt she still asleep?<br/>A fuzziness had fogged her eyesight as she sat up in bed to only stare at her blank white wall that seemed to block her vision of the door. She could feel her body still in a drunk stupor as she stood up and attempted to walk only to fall into the wall in front of her. "ow..." Calmina grabbed her forehead where the wall hit, not a hard fall but enough to jolt the rest of her body awake. She held onto the wall for support as she turned the corner to leave the bedroom and into the living room where she hoped Charlie was. She couldnt remember anything from a few hours ago except for the fact he decided to crash here after somehow getting her into bed.<br/><br/>Charlie's legs hung over the side of her worn couch, he was definately bigger than the seating she had. Expected. She could barely lounge on the thing herself.<br/>She quietly crept next to the wall for support into the kitchen, where a small lamp clicked on, revealing her hand had done so. Her tummy rumbled from not eating, no wonder she was drunker than a skunk. Something had to be in her fridge so she opened it.<br/>The following was in her fridge, though how old she couldnt recall; bread, jam, milk, eggs, syrup and an old box of cookies that she thought might taste good if her milk wasnt questionable.<br/>Calmina took the bread and jam which were mold free, and made a quick sandwich. She didnt know how long it took her to find the butter knife, and make the sandwich but she could barely make out the 4:20 am numbers on her microwave when she had finished. The sandwich tasted amazing on her tastebuds after a long night of sweet and sour drinks on her pallette. A few giggles escaped her full mouth when she noticed that Charlie wasn't making the usual sleeping sounds. Though, it did look the part.