Ashley had, once upon a time, been a light sleeper. Woke when the heater kicked on or off, shuffled out of bed for a drink of water and spent forever getting cozy again.
But since healing had become part of her life, she slept like the dead, if the dead snored pretty loud. Curled up on a couch, mouth ajar just enough to be embarrassing, she was out. Tendrils of conversation and general party noise tugged at her consciousness, but it was the kind of sleep that left her deliberately rejecting every pull.
A push, though, would work. Taps, more like it, and within the half dream she was having, it was getting her arm stuck on a doorknob, which... didn't make any sense?
Hey, Ashley. Wake up.
And she did, bloodshot eyes creaking open, then snapping wide. Where was she? When was she? Ash recoiled, not intentionally, and blurted out a "Hiiiiiieee?" that wasn't directed at Ted, exactly. Ted. Wait. Ted! She sat up and felt like her brain kept tumbling over the other side of the couch.
"Ted!" was here and she could tell it was a different time of day just from the light in the house alone. Extreme nap confusion activated.