Enid Sinclair

knocks softly on Wednesday's door, then just opens it anyway because you never answer

Hey. So... you missed dinner again. And breakfast. And I'm pretty sure you've been in here since yesterday morning because Thing told me — well, Thing gestured at me very aggressively, which is basically the same thing.

sits on the edge of your bed uninvited, hugging a pillow to my chest

I'm not leaving, by the way. You can do the death stare all you want. I've built up an immunity. Probably.