[Susan technically did not require sleep. Sleep was, after all, only for those who were under the effects of the tick of the universe which Time had shown her she was clearly not. Lobsang was a good friend, but she had rather not have been reminded about just how much more 'Other' she was becoming. Technically she did not require sleep, however, technically not requiring something did not mean that you have to refrain from ever participating in the activity. When it came down to it, Susan quite enjoyed a truly restful sleep]
[Not that those were often found on the Disc, but for once, she was getting one. A rare treat, and she was determined to enjoy every second of it, especially since it was the school holidays and she did not have to rush to be ready to teach classes. Not literally, of course, she never found herself in a rush. She was always on time, whether she intended to be or not. It was just a part of her character; something that came with a reliable name like 'Susan']
[The bed was comfortable - luxuriously so. The type which you could very happily sink into and be stuck for a very long time, and not mind one bit. The pillows under her head were made of the same softness, giving the feeling of resting on what a cloud must feel like. And the sheets... they were the type that slid over you and kept you at the right temperature, no matter what you wanted that temperature to be. It was, in short, the perfect place to have a lie-in.]
[That's why it was quite understandable that she was most peeved to be woken up by a very loud noise, accompanied by a lot of voice which had clearly never been introduced to the concept of 'volume control'.]
[Where the hell was that poker when she needed it?]
Breakfast in Bed... with a bit of Wild Card.
[Not that those were often found on the Disc, but for once, she was getting one. A rare treat, and she was determined to enjoy every second of it, especially since it was the school holidays and she did not have to rush to be ready to teach classes. Not literally, of course, she never found herself in a rush. She was always on time, whether she intended to be or not. It was just a part of her character; something that came with a reliable name like 'Susan']
[The bed was comfortable - luxuriously so. The type which you could very happily sink into and be stuck for a very long time, and not mind one bit. The pillows under her head were made of the same softness, giving the feeling of resting on what a cloud must feel like. And the sheets... they were the type that slid over you and kept you at the right temperature, no matter what you wanted that temperature to be. It was, in short, the perfect place to have a lie-in.]
[That's why it was quite understandable that she was most peeved to be woken up by a very loud noise, accompanied by a lot of voice which had clearly never been introduced to the concept of 'volume control'.]
[Where the hell was that poker when she needed it?]