Anxiety did not want to get out of bed. No matter how much his brain told him everything he was doing wrong at the moment, he was far, far too tired to function.
“Anxiety,” a voice mumbled, and Anxiety grimaced and turned away from the voice. “...Anxiety, get up, we... What’re we doing today?”
“I don’t know,” Anxiety responded, equally tired. It was Prince talking to him, right?
“But we have to work on the... Creative.” Yeah. It was Prince. Just an incredibly tired and worn out Prince. As was Anxiety. He felt as if he’d been asleep for years and still wasn’t rejuvenated with his usual bloodrush of anxiety-ridden energy. He thanked his lucky stars that Thomas would probably be ecstatic that he decided not to make an appearance that day.
However, his wishes were denied, and he was pulled out of the bed and into Thomas’ room, as was Prince.
“Anxiety,” Thomas began, “where have you been?” Anxiety rubbed his eyes, smearing his already-smeared eye circles.
“I’ve been asleep,” he grumbled, “but you woke me.” Thomas looked to Prince.
“What about you?” Prince had already gone back to sleep standing up, but at the mention of his name, he jolted back to reality.
“What?” he said, shaking himself awake, though it didn’t work too well. “Did someone say... Uh...creativity?”
“No,” Thomas said, and suddenly, he was practically jump-scared by Dad.
“They’re sleepy, clearly,” he said with a comical laugh. “Probably staying up watching TV too late, huh?” Anxiety shot Dad a glare, and Dad’s comical attitude faltered slightly.
“Look, Thomas, buddy,” Anxiety began, “I got to say. With all the stuff you’ve been running around doing, I haven’t gotten a break in a long while. So last night, I shared Prince’s room and I finally got to sleep.” Thomas raised an eyebrow and looked at Prince, who nodded tiredly.
“You two...just slept and actually slept?” Thomas asked, and they both nodded.
“Actually, I’d like to ask if we could go back to doing that?” Prince asked, politely but exhausted.
“Actually, I really need you both, so no.” Anxiety groaned loudly, and Prince simply sighed and shrugged.
“Thomas, you need a break,” another voice, which, this time, Thomas was expecting.
“What?” he asked.
“You’ve clearly exhausted their emotions,” Logic explained. “If you keep working them too hard, they’ll never function correctly.” Thomas was about to say something, but Logic interrupted him. “Thomas, hear me out, okay? Ready? Take a break.”
“But, I just...,” Thomas began to argue, but it was usually pointless to argue with Logic himself. “I just had a lot of ideas to execute today, so...”
“Well, they’re not on a time-constraint, are they?” Dad asked.
“No, not really.”
“So, give the two a break,” Logic suggested. “What with Anxiety’s bloodrush and Prince’s creativity, even if you got them to do something today, it wouldn’t last long. It’s not any sign of a problem, it just a sign of...overworking yourself.” Thomas shrugged.
“I have been working a lot lately,” Thomas agreed. “I suppose that...you’re right. I should take a break.” Prince smiled gratuitously, and Anxiety sighed.
“Oh, thank you,” Anxiety said. “Can we go back to bed?” Thomas nodded, and both Anxiety and Prince sank back to Thomas’ mind, where they slept and relaxed themselves in order to catch up on their energy.
“Thanks,” Thomas said to Logic.
“Hey, any time,” Logic said, sinking back. Thomas looked around until he spotted Dad again.
“Oh. You’re- I forgot you were here.” Dad held up a hand.
“Hold on, ready? What’s green and flies through the sky?” Thomas sighed.
“A super pickle-”
“A super pickle!” Thomas nodded.
“Okay, why don’t we get back to relaxing? You can write some jokes down.”
“Yes, okay, bye!” And Thomas watched Dad sink back into his head.
“I do deserve a break,” he said to himself. “We all do.”