From everything Autumn knew about sleep and people, that was bad. Very bad. Sunset was probably hallucinating at this point.
“Sunset, we’ve got to get you to sleep lickety-split then. Why don’t you lie down and I’ll make you some hot cocoa?”
“No… no druggies…. me-me-mega-toenail give me night terrors…” she slurred. All of a sudden, she looked behind her and ran at the “penguin”, letting out a primal scream of rage. “DIE YOU BLACK AND WHITE, FLIGHTLESS, OVERGROWN SCUMBAG!”
“Whoa! Sunset!”
Autumn felt her own heart rate speed. She clenched her teeth and fist as she saw the other woman go from laid back to kill-mode in five seconds flat. She wanted to run from the scene seeing Sunset like this. But it felt cowardly and wrong leaving a friend in such a bad state of mind.
“Oh, I think you got him!” she told her. “He won’t be coming back now. Dang!”
She played along.
“Okay. So how about some herbal tea?” she offered. “And listening to some soft music with nature sounds? I can read to you.”
“NO!” She shouted. “Its still there! Mocking me!”
She snarled at the open air, blurting out “It’s the Russians, I tell you! They did something! And they… they sent the PENGUIN!!”
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