Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough

It did occur to the not-teenager that Bastien might be dead. But here's the thing. If he WAS dead, then no one would mind her naked ass rolling about in his sheets (his comfy, oh so soft sheets). And if he WASN'T dead, well...she was pretty sure showing up to a fake funeral afforded her this. And so, luxuriating in a bed she now considered hers, Edy curled happily around Bobi, mostly covered in thick blankets, hair a mane around her head, happily daydreaming the afternoon away. Bastien's room as a wreck. Edy had come through like a hurricane, flinging gaudy and pretty things alike, making a pile of things she was planning on taking, a pile of things she was planning on making obscene flags with, and a pile she planned on using for rags at the bar. Edrei You know I talk too much Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up