[ If she had even a little more energy, she would protest, struggle for independence. As it is, she feels like she's swaying with the effort to sit upright, and it's so much easier to just let Nadine play mother hen. Her arms drop and all she can do is sit there. The covers are pulled back and Julie just sort of falls into the pillows, chemise bunched around her thighs, already half asleep. She claims she needs a nap, but it's likely she'll be out until morning.
Her voice is muffled by the pillowcase when she remembers to say something, faintly mumbling. ]
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Her voice is muffled by the pillowcase when she remembers to say something, faintly mumbling. ]
Thanks Nadine.