As a wave of fatigue swept over me, I wondered if I might be sick. It took me a few moments of staring up at the ceiling to remember the events of last night.

“Oh right, I stayed up late and fought a supervillain.”

Small wonder I was tired. I had gotten home, snuck inside and gone to bed at close to three thirty, just three hours ago. With all that had happened, I hadn’t slept those full three hours, either.

Yeah, I can imagine she’d have a lot to think about that night.

I forced myself out of bed. As a slave to my routine, it would be wrong to do otherwise.

It would probably make Danny even more worried, too. At least he’d know you were up late, though.

I made myself change into sweats and walk down to the kitchen sink to wash my face, fighting to keep awake.

I really like the use of wording that has to do with coercion here. It really captures the feeling of being sleepy as fuck and still having to do stuff.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, pulling on my sneakers, when my dad came downstairs in his bathrobe.

I wonder if Taylor’s going to notice right away that Danny is about as sleepy as she is, and if Danny is going to clue her into the fact that he was awake when she came home.