CRASH
"Hey!"
"Knock it off!"
"GONZO!"
Piggy groaned and pulled her blankets up over her head. What was wrong with all of them? Couldn't they get it through their uncultured heads that she needed peace and quiet? How did they possibly expect her to get enough beauty sleep with the constant racket outside her door?
When she had agreed to move into this circus of a boardinghouse, Kermie had assured her that she would be able to sleep as late as she wished. How was she supposed to do that with explosions and squawking and impromptu jam sessions taking place right outside her room at all hours?
Piggy wondered if she shouldn't just get up for the day, but a glance at the clock told her that it wasn't worth it yet. At this hour, the line for the bathroom probably reached the kitchen and Piggy refused to wait in line for the bathroom.
A flurry of concerned clucking broke out in the hallway. With an irritated grumble, Piggy re-situated her sleep mask and rolled over to try and get another hour or two of sleep. She could talk to Kermie about the noise issue again when she got up, but for now she intended to pretend none of it was happening and focus on having some sweet dreams.
