Lesson 22- Get enough sleep, bedtime is important for growing up strong.
Once the place is all cleaned and locked up, Torin leaves without another word. Oops, I think I made him cranky again, or at very least he thinks I’m cranky with him. Which I am, a little. I think I might need to explain to him that just because he does something that bothers me it won’t make me think he’s some monster like everyone else seems to think. Sure it’s annoying that he won’t give me back my phone, but it’s not enough to make me hate him. It’s especially not enough to make me hate him when I head back into my room and find my new bed. I expected something simple, cheap and easily assembled. That’s not what I find. It’s a gorgeous black iron bed frame. The head and end of the bed are decorated with winding pieces of metal that are styled to look like vines. There are even roses shaped in the metal. It’s beautiful, and I seriously doubt it was cheap. It’s actually nicer than my bed back home. There are all new blankets and pillows too. The covers are a sort of boring greyish purple colour, but against the black metal it doesn’t actually look too bad. I decide to think of it as classy and neutral rather than boring. If this room was nice and fancy, as fancy as this new bed frame, the bedding probably WOULD look really pretty. It doesn’t detract from the pretty frame at least. I’m completely sold on the bedding when I collapse into the bed and feel how ridiculously soft it all is. This is definitely MUCH nicer than anything I’ve ever bought myself. I don’t even want to consider what it all must have cost. Am I being bribed somehow? Bought over with fancy beds and soft blankets? No… I don’t think so. If that were the case then Torin would have made a big deal out of it, told me what it all cost and paraded it in front of me. But nope, he just casually arranged for a bed because I needed one. He put it together for me and… Now that I think about it, he must have made the bed up for me too. I try to picture him pulling a fitted sheet over the mattress and cursing as a corner comes unhooked. The image makes me giggle. It’s just such a domestic task for such a big and scary looking guy. Then again, his office wasn’t what I expected either. All messy and cluttered. Now I’m imagining him paying bills and the image is equally as strange. I guess I’ve seen so many magical, strange and fantastical things the last few days, mundane tasks just seem so out of place. Still, it was nice of him. He didn’t have to make my bed for me, I could have done it myself. But it is really nice to be able to come and collapse into bed after a long shift.
Now that I actually think about it, I’m enjoying working in the bar more than I expected to. I’m used to toddlers, and honestly the bar patrons aren’t all that different. Plus I’m the one with the alcohol so they’re inclined to be nice to me, or polite at least unlike toddlers who just cry and whine. Plus they tip me if I’m friendly. Sure I like the kids well enough, but it’s kind of nice having conversations with actual adults. I mean, I talked to parents sometimes, but it was always about their kids. ‘Sorry Timmy had explosive poo everywhere and we had to clean him up and change his clothes which is why he isn’t wearing what he came in.’ or ‘no for the last time I can’t help your child practice learning French. Partly because I can’t speak french but mostly because your kid is like four months old and doesn’t do anything other than eat, sleep and poop.’ Okay, so maybe I didn’t quite phrase it all like that but it was the gist of it. I never particularly WANTED to work with kids or anything, it was sort of a job I just fell into and I stayed because it was a stable and reliable income. Then again, I was basically dragged into this job. Still, I’m sort of enjoying the change, so far at least. It might get boring eventually, but right now it’s different and interesting. The people are all interesting too. I met a werewolf, an incubus and who knows what else. I’m kind of curious to find out about Anat. Aside from the fact that I have no idea what gender he or she is, which is interesting enough, the strange obsession with riddles is kind of amusing too. If I had my phone I might spend some time searching for new ones online. I never realised how often I use my phone. At least a dozen times today I’ve wished for it, and not just to make calls. Really the only person I care about checking in with is my brother. No, I've wanted it for easy things, like checking the time, checking the weather, searching up some random fact or question online. It’s sort of infuriating. Still, I’m tired and I don’t feel like being angry about it all right now. I force myself to get out of bed long enough to change into some of my new pyjamas then crawl under the cuddly new blankets. The sun is just starting to keep through the curtains when my eyes close and I fall asleep.
I wake to a gentle knocking on my bedroom door. It’s bright outside and I have no clue what time it is but I don’t feel like I’ve been asleep even close to long enough. I groan and roll over to face the door, glaring at it. Ugh, who could it be? I doubt Kyle would be knocking, and both Laura and Torin ought to still be asleep. Laura did leave earlier than we did so maybe she woke up early and decided to come and get something done here? Although it does seem kind of mean to her to wake me up too. I didn’t go to bed early. If she thinks I’m getting out of bed to answer the door she’s crazy.
“Come in.” I call out sleepily. The door cracks open and I’m surprised to see Torin. He looks a little uncomfortable, probably because I’m in bed and probably look like a total mess. I feel kind of tiny all of a sudden. I guess because he’s practically a giant he’s so tall and I’m lying down. I scramble to sit up a bit, clutching my blanket close to me. I don’t know why. I’m totally covered in my comfy pyjamas. I guess just because I’m feeling a little vulnerable. Torin does something unexpected. He comes and kneels by the side of my bed, putting him close to my eye level. Balancing out our heights makes me feel far more comfortable and I sit up and greet him with a tired smile.
“What time is it?” I ask, fighting a yawn. I lose the fight and I’m amused when my yawn triggers one in Torin.
“Too damn early.” He grumbles and I laugh.
“I thought so, but you’re the one waking me up so you don’t get to complain about it.” I say pointedly. Torin shrugs.
“Fair enough.” He agrees. He hesitates for a moment, then tosses something onto the bed in front of me.
“For you.” He grunts. Huh?
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