"Like a drunk sorority girl"

Those were Missy's words around 5 a.m. (approximately; that's about what it felt like to me, while Missy, who usually checks the clock, doesn't remember anything until about 7:30 or so) to describe Maya last night when I followed the muffled cries into the closet and dragged Maya out from under a row of hanging clothes, still in her party dress from the night before. We'd gone out to Missy's aunt's house on Christmas Eve for their traditional family gathering, and Maya stayed up the whole time. By midnight, she was completely exhausted and passed out, not even stirring when I set her down on her makeshift bed in the closet doorway, so we left her in her dress and tights, taking off only her shoes.