Happy Weird Day

Tree stopped snoring when her phone went off, shattering whatever semblance of dreamless slumber she had left.

She twitched uncomfortably as her dumb 'Hello Moto' ringtone began to rise in volume. Her hand groggily snaked out from beneath her blankets to thump into her nightstand repeatedly, until her hand finally located the vibrating rectangle. Without even opening her crusty eyelids, she disarmed the alarm and her hand promptly fell slack again. Unfortunately, the damage was already done. She would not be falling asleep again, no matter how hard she tried. It was a wonder why she set the alarm in the first place, all things considered.

Tree contemplated her night as she sat there, face half buried in her fluffy pillow. Carter took her to see a movie he'd planned on seeing for quite some time; Halloween. But upon realizing that Tree had no living idea that it was a sequel at the time, he took her to watch the 1978 version after they watched the current version. It was all kinda confusing to keep track of, but she supposed that if would have been more confusing if Carter wasn't there to explain it to her. Well, he was able to explain a few things between shy kisses.

Then she went back to the "sorority crib" and went to bed...after tossing a few texts here and there. It was no surprise that she still felt tired, but it didn't make the sensation anymore pleasant either. She made a controlled sort of tumble out of the bed before somehow crawling to her feet and forcing her eyes open so she wouldn't end up stunning her toes. Reluctantly she opened the window blinds to let in some sunlight, which is how she discovered the suspicious looking lump sitting under the blankets next to where she'd been sleeping.

With an incomprehensive blink or two, she stared at the nearly human sized shape that seemed to be breathing lightly. The way the blankets were drawn over it blocked out any way of telling who it was, but it did leave a small portion of pink hair to peek out on the pillow. She mentally ran through her list of friends, then list of acquaintances and finally those few individuals that she's caught starting at her from time to time through her window. Not a single one of those people had a tuft of pink hair on their heads. Tree narrowed her eyes as she approached the side of the bed, and then opened the door to the room in case this was another deranged killer and she ended to make a quick get away.

She gripped the corner of her blanket with shaking hands, but pulled it back nonetheless. When her eyes finally settled on the thing underneath, she screamed at the volume of a thousand sopranos and scrambled away from the bed. She raced down the hallway screaming and screaming, before finally reaching the stairway that would lead her to freedom...

Where she tripped over her own feet, thumped her body painfully on several steps and finally snapped her neck at the very bottom.