Chilly Debby departs

I awoke to find I'd coated my pillow in drool. The harsh light of my room glared into my eyes, quickly giving rise to a headache that would last all day.

'Sleep well?' my father wondered from the hall.

'Wonderfully,' said I. 'When is Chilly Debby visiting?'

'You slept through the visit,' said he.

'I may be a heavy sleeper,' said I, 'but this is ridiculous.'

'Of course,' clarified he, 'she only stayed for an hour.'

'An hour? That's ridiculous. She lives in Houston.' Even my relief that I would not have to spend endless hours in the same room as Chilly Debby was, admittedly, a bit dampened by the insult.

Mona, our cat, wandered into the room, swishing her furry white tail. 'Chilly Debby has her ways,' she seemed to say, 'Chilly Debby has her ways.'