Spring 4. Crescent Town.
Two days until Clarience's birthday.

Clarience stayed up all night in her shop painting her latest piece of work, but as she finished, she ended up falling asleep on top of the canvas until the bright morning. Her face stuck to the drying paint.
As the sun peaked through the window of the shop, Clarience jerked as light began to fill the room. "Ugh," She groaned and sat up, paint was smeared along the side of her face, though the painting bellow her managed to just barely get ruined. 

She ran her hands through her pigtails as she stood up to flip the closed sign to open. A groggy girl she was, though successful in her work, she could barely pay attention to the things going on around her.

As she began to shuffle back to her counter where the newest painting sat, she tripped over various unopened paint cans along the floor. "Oof!" With a soft thud, Clarience laid upon the ground, too lazy and too unaware to get up. Instead, the girl managed to fall asleep upon the floor.

Rest was always on her mind, in her wake she thought of sleep, in her sleep she dreamt of rest. She was creative with her pieces of work, yet that always used up most of her thinking. 'An artist needs their rest' she always says.

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When attempting to stay awake, she would occasionally slap her face or splash cold water onto her rosy cheeks. This would only happen when the shop is open, which is constantly.