The bad part about not needing to sleep anymore? It got harder to go to sleep on purpose. A normal person, unless there was something seriously wrong, would eventually get tired enough that no amount of conflicting thoughts and other stuff like that would be able to keep you awake.
Not so when you'd assimilated your evil ancestor's heavy DNA and absorbed his ability to last indefinitely without food, water, or sleep.
So, since even symbiotes can sleep if they want to, I was basically alone with my weird thoughts.
Like "Jesus freaking Christ if I'd been thinking clearly on my rampage I could have killed a whole lot of people what the Hell is wrong with me" or "if there's an infinite multiverse than that means there's an infinite number of me. Did they all make the same mistakes, or...?"
...Actually, if there were an infinite number of me, then there's a version of me whose parents are still alive and who has Spider-Man's powers. I was immediately jealous of the hypothetical me from a hypothetical but probably exists universe.
Uhg. Thinking about stuff... I need to not think about stuff, but not thinking about stuff is like trying not to think about pink elephants.
Think about different stuff. Like how weird it is that Grace is a lizard who snores. She insisted that she never snored when she was Riley but... Maybe the huge amount he had to regenerate when her healing factor exploded out all of her cybernetics changed the shape of her windpipe and nose cavities? Or maybe...?
And Grace snored really loud and through off my train of thought...
Trains. I'd never ridden on a train before. Was it fun, or was it just a thing?
I'd read a book over a year ago about a boy who went to magic school on a train, but after everything that happened, I could only remember something vague about a mirror and a really important stone.
Note to self: Visit Blarney Castle and kiss the stone. I'm Irish, at least by a quarter so I'm basically obligated... Also, since Magic exists doing it back home might actually make me better at expressing myself and convincing people, which would be nice.
Nice. Nice Mice eat Rice.
...I wonder if you can make fried rice with mushrooms and bits of bacon in it?
Darn it, now I want bacon. Bacon and an omelet with mushrooms, spinach, and mozzarella cheese and hashbrowns fried in just enough oil to make sure they brown up dark and extra-crispy...
I wonder if you can make homemade hashbrowns and still shape them into an oval disk thing like you would get at the store or from a fast-food restaurant. Hmm, maybe start with homemade tater tots and work my way up to hashbrowns disks?
Is iocane powder real or just made up for the story? Gotta google that in the morning.
Grace turned over in her sleep, pulled me in close, and mumbled something about snuggling with her favorite monstrosity, which meant either she had a pet name for me or she was flashing back to being Bonesaw. Either way, it ruined my train of thought again so I just cuddled up close and tried to get some sleep.
AN: Semi-canonical stream of thought Musings by an insomniac Ashley, written by stream of thought from an insomniac Rater.