Cissie barely stirred when Tim sat down on the bed, which was unusual; she didn't generally sleep quite that soundly. But it wasn't until Tim touched her and spoke that she blinked glazed eyes up at him.
"...Tim?" She reached up and rubbed at her eyes with a hand, frowning. "What're you doing here? What's wrong?"
I COULD NOT EVEN MAKE THAT UP!
"...Tim?" She reached up and rubbed at her eyes with a hand, frowning. "What're you doing here? What's wrong?"