The exact same pose.
5 hours.
The exact same pose in which Riley did the closest thing she could to falling asleep - that was the exact same pose she held for what, according to numerous professionals around the world, should be 8 hours.
Not for her that night.
Not yet had natural light appeared above San Francisco.
That didn't prevent Riley from going awake.
What she did feel prevented from doing... well, for a while at least... was getting out of bed.
Or even getting to the other side of the bed.
Or even attempting to get to the other side of the bed.
...
The next twelve minutes.
She spent the next twelve minutes thinking about doing that last thing - yes, just thinking - and doing nothing else.
It wasn't until three more minutes after that thought process alone - that she found the tiniest ounce of will in herself to actually give it a try.
And bit by bit... slowly... very, very slowly...
She did it. She made it to the other side of the bed.
Perhaps it was a very good thing that it was this early that she woke up.
For, apparently, every little bit of action that day... and not just that day... was gonna take all too long.
Those same bits of movements, one by one, she had to perform for every single meter she had to take to the bathroom.
She heard her dad's footsteps. All too well.
And she knew her mom was already off for work.
It was just about when Riley entered the bathroom, and looked herself in the mirror, that all of Riley's emotions became awake as well.
They hadn't gotten any sleep, either. They hadn't known Riley would wake up this early.
Disgust had spent the whole night in the headquarters, lying on the floor, with astoundingly messy hair, her own drool on her hands, and an exorbitantly unwell expression on her face.
"Disgust?" Sadness talked to her softly. "Are... are you okay?"
No one but Disgust knew what had happened the previous night.
And Disgust's response to Sadness' words was none.
None of the other emotions said a word. They were still not completely okay after what they themselves had seen happen.
What they only had a few dozen seconds after arriving to notice - was that a new memory was formed after they had gone to sleep.
"Another memory was created while we were sleeping?" Anxiety wondered.
"Yes..." Disgust finally spoke after hearing Anxiety's question. And instead of laying, her position on the floor now came to be sitting. "And it's not just any memory..."
Everyone else figured out what Disgust implied by that - the memory was clearly an unpleasant one.
"Come on, we have to play that memory, guys," Fear advised.
No one else (but Disgust) could come close to seeing it coming what would be shown.
But they finally saw it.
...
After the memory ended playing... nothing.
...
And then, a myriad of different reactions happened all at once:
Sadness burst into a lake of tears. Fear and Anxiety came panicking. Embarrassment just turned around, and so did Envy. Joy's reaction was, unfortunately, no different than Sadness'. Ennui just stared at the screen, motionlessly.
But Anger didn't feel even remotely the same way.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" he shouted from the bottom of his lungs.
Joy, Fear, and Envy tried to get him away from the main deck, with all their might.
"No, Anger, please don't do anything, please stay away from-"
"NO!" Anger outvoiced them all with that one single word. They all went silent. "THIS WON'T GO ON!"
And he pulled both levers. The hardest and most ragingly that he ever had done.
The instant he took wielding of those - Riley threw away the toothbrush cup that was standing in front of the mirror, tore the shower curtain apart, and threw away several razors and shaving creme packages out the window.
Immediately then, she stormed out of the bathroom. A lot more aggressively than she had in the school.
Slamming the bathroom door, heavily, in the process.
There was no stopping Anger now.
She headed straight to the staircase!
But her dad must have heard the door slamming, because it was just about then that he started going upstairs.
Even better for her!
The instant she saw his disgusting face - she jumped on him! Out of sheer anger!
Feet first!
Mr. Andersen didn't even have time to become surprised by this action.
The very next fraction of a moment:
BAM!
He lost balance, and fell backwards.
The handrail broke from the pressure of him falling on it.
He was off the staircase entirely.
And not being able to control the direction in which he would keep falling - he hit the tip of his head exactly on the corner of the kitchen counter.
This exact hit was exactly enough to turn Mr. Andersen unable to fight back - which, yes, he not only completely considered, but was the only thing he considered.
But Riley's wrath went on. She didn't care, know, or want to know what exactly her dad was trying - her wrath just went on.
She just grabbed his head and
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
"YOU WILL NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!" she shouted out, very loudly, to his head. Not to his face - to his head!
And spat to it.
Lastly, she stormed out, even more aggressively, out of the house! And into the open.
"My job is done," Anger exclaimed, calmly, as he finally got his hands off the main deck.
Such a cloudy day.
And she had to get to school.
Yes, she would walk her whole way down there!
And not a damn thing in the world was going to stop her!