Come on, FALL ASLEEP!!! Marc mentally screamed at himself, rolling around another tense spot in his back, but nothing he did could let him comfortably sink into the mattress.
Right on the first night, and he couldn't sleep a wink. With a welling fear in his chest, he could see every other day working for Claudine tumbling like dominoes by any possible fatigue-driven disaster that tomorrow could bring, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. All he could do was lay back and stare up at the ceiling, hoping that the gods of sleep would eventually answer his prayers.
The ceiling itself actually bowed temptingly low by the center, thanks to the mountainous weight of his boss laying above, likely sleeping better than he could. Even though he could stand up straight in the room built beneath her bed, it was still pretty cramped for a human to easily adapt to, and the intimidating bulge in the ceiling only made things harder. How the hell am I not her friggin' tattoo right now?!!
But then a loud, metallic groan hummed through the entire room from the ceiling, which slowly flattened out as the weight on top rolled off the roof, accompanied by a deep WHUMP! on the floor outside. Even from his bed, Marc could feel a heavy set of footsteps trudging from the bed to the door, accompanied by a soft dragging sound along the carpet that he could tell was Claudine's belly.
"Huh..." Even though the room was 100% less deadly, Marc curiously slid out of bed and went for the door, clad only in a white T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. When he opened the door, Claudine was just leaving her bedroom, her barn-sized back passing through the door. "Claudine?"
Claudine either didn't hear him or didn't heed, and kept walking to the living room.
Marc tiptoed as quietly and swiftly as he could to the door, hiding behind the doorframe with his cheek resting on the lip. He watched as Claudine carefully craned her weight into the couch, using an aura of golden magic flaring from her horn to flip the TV on, shining bright light shone upon her and the rest of the room, blaring the melodramatic whining of some random soap opera. A door across the room also opened on its own, from which a tub of ice cream the size of an SUV floated in, joining her on the other end of the couch.
"...What's going on?" Marc whispered to himself as Claudine dig out an ice cream scoop from the bucket, taking a hearty bite of sherbet...
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