Brigit
Something was wrong with their roommate.
Unlike other humans, she seemed to be nocturnal, like a possum or a bat. While Brigit couldn’t tell time, of course, she knew by instinct that it was the wee hours of the night. Why Emily still had her light on, the dog had no idea.
As Brigit watched from the foot of Megan’s bed, Emily popped a white pill into her mouth and washed it down with water from a plastic bottle.
Emily might want to stay up all night, but the dog sure didn’t. Brigit turned to face the wall and put her paw over her eye to block out the light.