As soon as you wake up you can feel the lines under your eyes.

Oh well, another day, another sleepless night.

You get up and out, bright and early at six in the morning. But you weren't actually sleeping. Just staring aimlessly at the ceiling in your bed, worrying. You don't know why your insomnia hasn't affected you yet. Or has it? You wouldn't notice it anyway. Your bad at noticing things.

You enter your bathroom and look in the mirror. You see a tired, broken women. Worn and emotionless from all the decisions for the kingdom. For the world. Glob, you even almost sent two fourteen year old kids to there death, even though it was for the better.

You see your wearing Marceline's rock shirt. That makes you smile. But then you see your face. Oh grob, you look like a zombie, not even alive. You usually care about your appearance, but you don't want to scare any candy children when you walk past the preschool.

You splash cold water on your face, hoping to clean it, or at least put on a mask. But you don't look any better. You sigh at your own pity, when you hear a thunk by your window.

You go against your better judgement and walk outside to your room, when you see a floating raven haired girl waiting for you.

Your past the point of being surprised, so you just ask,

"Why are you here?"

"Gob Bonnie, you look like poo." she says, not answering my question.

You'd get angry, but your too tired,

"Yeah, I know." you say.

Marceline comes closer and looks at my face.

"You look like to didn't get any sleep at all!"

"I didn't."

She thinks for awhile.

"Bonnibel, your working yourself to a core."

"Gee, your a genius."

"No, but I mean seriously, you need to get out or get some rest or somethin'!"

"Don't have time now."

Marcy thinks some more.

"You need some fun. To get taken away from this place for awhile."

She reaches out to you. You hesitate for a bit, and you don't know lumping why, but you take her hand.