No, they leave her asleep

The covers rose and fell in slow repetition. Relaxed breathing the only sound drifting atop the comfortable silence… or at least it would be were it not for some curious shuffling beneath the sheets.

Quinn laid sound asleep in bed, thanks in part to an extra splash or two of Hennessy. However, motion at the end of her bed implied not all parts of her were on board. With a sudden jerk of her legs, the sheets flew off and landed softly in a mess on the floor.

“Finally!” An exhausted cry rang out not from the still sleeping girl, but from her bare left foot, its toes now stretching with a newfound freedom.

“Shhh! Not so loud.” The shush originated from Quinn’s right foot, still clad in a thin pink sock. Its big toe subtly gestured to their owner’s sleeping face.

“Relax sis. I gave her like a triple shot. Knowing her, she’ll be out for a while. Watch.”

The left foot slowly lifted itself up towards the head of the bed motioning for her sister to follow. The pair hovered just in front of Quinn’s face, eyeing up and down her starlit silhouette.

“She’s cute when she’s asleep.” Her right foot cooed.

“Yea...” The left foot sighed.

BAM!

A sharp slap shattered the silence on the room. Her left foot had suddenly jerked forwards and struck Quinn’s cheek. A gasp escaped her onlooking sister who reeled backwards in surprise.

“What are you—!?”

The words caught it her foot’s throat as she anxiously glanced towards Quinn face. Shockingly, Quinn’s sleeping figure betrayed no reaction whatsoever.

“Told you.” Her left foot shrugged before addressing its victim.

“That’s for stuffing me in those slippers all day, bitch.”

“Hey now… I actually found it cozy.” The right foot argued, “It was so cold when she took us out to change.”

“Ugh, of course you’d think that. Look at you, still wrapped up in that cloth coffin.” Her left foot scoffed.

“It’s called a sock, sis. Don’t get your toenails in a bunch.”

“…Fine.”

“She really is out cold though. That was a pretty daring plan you pulled off.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” Quinn’s left foot gave an exaggerated bow, drawing giggles from the other foot.

“Still, how did you know you’d have enough time? What if she found the headphones right away?”

Upon hearing this, her left foot cracked a wide grinned and retreated back down to the base of the bed. Some shuffling could be heard as it rummaged around inside a discarded pink sock, much like the one adorning her sister. A light clacking echoed, and then her left foot reappeared. Nestled between its toes, gleaming off the moonlight, were a pair of dangling earbuds.

“I only knocked them against the wall.”

“Hah! That’s brilliant.”

“I know. But enough of that for now. We have business to attend to.”

The pair once again turned their attention towards the sleeping Quinn. They engaged in an exaggerated exchange, as her left foot absent mindedly traced its toes across her face.

“Little miss writer here doesn’t seem too fond of us, does she?”

“How hurtful. We can’t have that now, can we?”

“Certainly not! But lucky for her… we’re here to help.”

Quinn’s damp left sole cupped against her cheek. The area that was struck earlier still felt flush. Her left foot was gently rubbing her lips with its big toe while her right foot wiggled in anticipation.