I hadn’t actually slept in for a long, long time.

…the conversation I was in during the minutes before I scrolled down to read this sentence:

(I’m “Member of the Midnight Crew” in this screenshot.)

It was not the start I wanted for my day. 

Ah, right. Taylor’s in the mindset where sleeping in is not a luxury, but a failure.

So it turns out we’re not following right on from the end of the last chapter. Due to the amount of immediate continuity between chapters recently, I didn’t actually consider that possibility.

I guess that means she went back to the Hive to recover.

I’d been too tired to sleep, I hadn’t been able to get my thoughts to slow down, and I hadn’t been able to resist just one more check of my territory to ensure people were safe and sound.

Checking if people are okay is Taylor’s version of checking her phone in bed.

I don’t know if that’s funny or just sad.

Compounding it all were my injuries, which did an excellent job of jolting me from the twilight of almost-sleep any time I moved the wrong way or shifted position.  When daylight had started to stream in through the slits in the metal shutters, I’d pulled a pillow over my head and tried to get just a few hours more.

I guess she must’ve managed it eventually, because at this point it doesn’t sound like she slept in.

If I wound up having to face down Mannequin or any other members of the Nine, I’d need to be well rested.  Running on two or three hours of sleep would get me killed.

…that’s probably true, yes.

It sure didn’t feel like the added sleep I got made any difference.

I think sometimes it’s worse to get a short sleep than a very short or no sleep, due to the sleep getting interrupted before it can properly end. Like turning off a computer without a soft shutdown, but for the sleep cycle.