[hr][color=rosybrown][h3]Alexandra Bell[/h3][/color][hr]
~ The Night Before ~

It was strange. She had been puttering around her room- one of the few times she was really alone, when she was at home getting ready for bed- when she just felt a sudden weirdness around her. It wasn't quite nausea, but something similar. And she just, all of a sudden, felt so tired. It wasn't that she was drained, but just an absence of energy. It wasn't large or anything, but enough to be felt, and it was just so sudden and immediate.

But she shrugged it off- what [i]could[/i] it be? She wanted to sleep anyways. If it persisted tomorrow, she'd tell someone about it.

Having eased her own mind, she finished getting ready for bed, snuggled under her covers [with her Simba plushy], and went to sleep.

~ Morning ~

She woke feeling terrible. Like, absolutely drained, as if she had run around the block a dozen times (which she did do, once). She didn’t have a headache, and she wasn’t nauseous- she just felt so low, and terrible.

Ten minutes later, though it felt more like thirty, Alex found her way downstairs, blearily trying to wake up and shake some energy into her bones. She managed to pour herself some cereal, and sit down at the table, but she just wasn’t into it today. The cereal looked as appetizing as… well, as appetizing as Cookie Crisps always were, which was actually pretty appetizing. She loved the cereal. But she really didn’t feel like eating it.

As she forced her way through a fourth bite of her favorite cereal, she slowly felt [i]some[/i] life coming back to her. A moment later, as if by coincidence, her mother entered the kitchen/dining room, dragging her feet much like her daughter. However, she seemed alert enough, unlike her slightly jealous spawn. 

Walking up behind Alexandra, she wrapped her arms around her shoulder, and hugged Alex. 

Sleepily, she asked, “How’d you sleep, my Alex?”

Without really waiting for an answer, she disengaged and stumbled to go get herself some cereal. Her husband was the one that was up in the morning all ready to go- mother and daughter were often slower and sleepier. 

But not this morn- while her mother didn’t really feel anything, Alex felt like she’d just been jolted with energy when she was hugged. She didn’t feel super excitable, of course, but she felt much more like herself. Not entirely sure what to think, she shoved another spoonful of Cookie Crisps into her mouth- she didn’t even have to think about it, now- as she tried mulling it over.

Absently, she replied, “…Unwell, but I’ll be okay. I think I’m gonna go for a stroll after breakfast.”

She needed to think. And find one of her friends- she didn’t feel like texting them, once again. She just wanted to run into someone. 

She was mildly concerned at how her own mood was troubling her.