"You could fit like, ten of your apartment in here," that could be a bit of an exageration. She watches him through half open eyes, her breathing slow, as she starts to relax into the bed. It's not so much that she's tired, just a little high. Everything seems to have a soft glow about it, and she's catching every other word.

Crawling to him, she bumps her head against his shoulder and rubs her side up against him like a cat. "I dun wanna sleep," she murmurs even as she climbs up into his lap. Her head on his shoulder, she sighs softly.

"Am I being to clingy? I can stop."