first one who touches the ground loses

Octavia had gone to bed exhausted last night. She'd pretty much come home, set all her presents down (how were there so many?) and promptly faceplanted onto her bed, passing out almost instantly into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

And then suddenly, it was morning, and she woke to the light coming from the window because closing the curtains hadn't really been a priority last night. It was kind of a struggle, but eventually, her eyes blinked open. Bleary, at first, but slowly focusing - and she saw the pile of presents across the room. Still there. Some part of her had been expecting them not to be, somehow. Like the party had been a dream and now it was time to wake up.

The first sob took her by surprise.

By the second, her vision was blurry again, and by the third, she'd scrambled up into a more sitting position, her hand - still too big to feel entirely like hers - pressed tight over her mouth so at least she wouldn't make a sound while the tears streamed down her cheeks.

'Exhausted' in the evening apparently turned into 'overwhelmed' in the morning.

[ooc: Open, should you be in the apartment or have a reason to come knocking!]