The rest of our group walked off. One Half of Twain and I sat there, knowing that we had to stand up at some point, and that standing up meant waking up. I made an attempt, but found no energy {or will} and collapsed back onto the cushion. One Half of Twain and I smiled at each other.
"I still don't get tie-dye," I said, looking at the passing students and travelers careening around us.
One Half of Twain looked at me, cocked her head, and replied, We're such peer creatures.
Chuckling in agreement, I nodded and stood to wake up, alone in my room.