#98. Pyjamas

Eyes closed, slack jawed, arms stretched out in true zombie fashion, Oliver was off for a nice early morning stroll.

“Ouch!” Trixie whined as someone bumped her. She scowled, ready to scold the person in question.. but her eyes widened at the vision that greeted her. She giggled. 'haha! Nice Spider-Man pyjamas, Olliwolliver.'

But Trixie being an intelligent and well read student knew you weren't supposed to wake a sleepwalker. She smirked naughtily, opening the door to let Oliver out.

“Bye, Spider-Boy.” She waved and giggled as he shuffled over the threshold and staggered off down the corridor.