Syd was a child who hid under covers with flashlights, pink and softly lit, whiling away the hours reading or otherwise just being able to be one with the blankets. She loved the extra weight of them, comforted by it after a difficult day of trying not to be a difficult kid. And instead of growing out of it, she just grew better. Blankets became forts, fortresses against the world. And she still hadn't really grown out of that; just hadn't had an opportunity for it. Until now.
"Me neither, really. Hard to imagine something that's shaped your life so much simply...not being there." That would be all too weird. As much as she had disliked it over the years, it was still her. At the mention of making bubbles and bathing in light, Syd laughed. "Abso-fucking-lutely."
Closing the cover on the piano keys, she turned and leaned against it. "Can you tell how everyone's doing? And it's funny that the two least-chill people are having probably the most chill time."