Survivor: Bedroom Island (Update)

Last night, I woke up at 2:30 AM. This is two hours before I normally wake up (lately I wake up before 5 AM and again at 7:30). My left side was tingling, my fingers were swollen (fluid build-up?), and my head hurt. I tried to prop up pillows and readjust myself. The movements made Tim stir. I looked at him, looked at the spooky, dark hallway, and sighed. I gathered my pillows and trudged to the sofa. The living room blinks with green lights from all the computer and electronic equipment, and that made it more creepy. I sat on the sofa, pulled a throw blanket over me, and waited to fall asleep. I eventually did, though reluctantly. I hated that I was kicked off the island without so much as a pity party in my honor.

At 6 AM, Tim wandered into the living room. He doesn't get up until 8:00 most days, so I was surprised. He looked at me sitting forlornly on the sofa and laid down beside me. He stayed there until 8:00.

Sure, I'll probably be on the sofa again tonight, but it was comforting to know that my unhappiness was noted.