[color=f7976a][h2][right]|M O R G A N|
3032 Jean-Luc Boulevard[/right][/h2][/color]

Morgan was never a morning person. Sleep was her blessed place, sleep was where she rested her weary mind and hide away from the things beyond her fortress walls. But sometimes sleep could be a living Hell. Images would play behind her eyelids, visions of the future and memories of the past, haunting her like stubborn ghosts. And when the blood would seep into the river, or when the cries of her mother began to fade she would bolt up, gasping for air and rubbing at her eyes with clenched fists. This morning was a particularly harsh one, as Morgan was subjected too view an unfamiliar, gruesome scene. A scene from the future.

 Someone, Morgan couldn't decipher if it was herself or a complete stranger, was standing behind shrubbery, an unknown, tall bush that framed their vision with leaves and branches. It was dark, probably night time, and the only source of light came from a yard, sensor-activated light that was attached to a large pink house. Familiar, fiery red hair blew wildly in the autumn wind as a pale, blood-covered person stood delicately in front of a rose bush. Morgan watched from an undetermined place as the person ran their hands across the white rose petals, painting the once pure flowers a scratchy red, and Morgan could have sworn she saw a glint of white fangs before wild green eyes turned to meet her own. The person's face was beautiful, scarily so, and that was all she remembered of it. Any names and creatures escaped her, and only fear filled her mind.

[i]no no don't come here please dont see me im not here im-![/i]

The scene faded as she shot up from her pillow, being quickly replaced by her usual, cluttered room. Sunlight poured in from the window just to her left, filtering through her messy hair and dappling her dark skin with curling, heat-less patterns. She focused on calming her breathing, mouth parted and wavering as air shifted in and out of her throat, and eventually her lungs and chest stopped heaving and she felt calm enough to glance around at her familiar surroundings, finding additional comfort in the trinkets and books and blankets that covered her walls and floors. The final piece of comfort came to her as a soft caw, and she glanced up at her window again, smiling lightly as a crow tapped against the glass, eyes glittering with worry. 

Morgan rose two shakey hands to unlatch the window, opening it just enough for Qrow to enter the room, and once inside he quickly made his way to his favorite perch on top of her bookshelf. He stared down at her silently, head cocked, and then let his head bob down. The bird was asleep within moments after that. Morgan smiled lightly at the pet, finally feeling as though her heart was done beating so painfully. She was safe within these walls, protected by her charms and her crow and her friends. They would be alright now. Morgan sucked in one last breath, hands rising to pull her unmanageable curls from her face, and turned slightly to glance at the old clock positioned just next to her futon.

"... Pretty early, huh?" She muttered, curling her afro into a tight ponytail before scooting herself off the futon and onto the wooden floor, ending up  in a kneeling position beside her dresser. She opened the second drawer and carelessly pulled a random outfit from its messy depths, eyes focusing on the mirror just a bit further to her right. Once her clothes were promptly thrown to the floor, she turned to open her dream journal, where she scribbled a messy description of her vision down onto the faintly lined paper. It was her usual routine, though she rarely started so early in the morning, seeing as the shop usually opened at around one. Morgan chuckled lightly as she realized she rarely got to work on time despite the late starting hours, and with a final scoff at her laziness she rose up and stripped off whatever sleepwear she had on from the night before. The clothes she had picked were simple and comfortable, a flowing, white blouse and dark jeans. The shirt might be just a bit too light for the coming fall chills, but Morgan seemed to have forgotten about that fact already, and was instead already half way out of her room.

From all the annoyed cries she heard from the bathroom, Morgan was quick to assume that they had no hot water (again), and she leaned half in her room half in the hall as her two roommates fluttered around the narrow house hurriedly. Listening slightly into the conversation, Morgan picked up on Neffy's need to rush to work, and just as she firmly shut her door behind her she caught wind of the Vampire's farewell. 

"See ya, Nef!" Morgan called towards the front of the house, and before she was able to catch sight of Az she slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, staring defiantly at her reflection in the mirror. They looked dead tired, but that was mostly usual, and with no inspiration on what to do with her face Morgan simply splayed on some foundation and eyeliner. That would be enough to hide her baggy eyes and dull expression, and after a few more moments of prepping herself for the day she returned to the hallway, wandering out towards the kitchen. Azrael was the first thing that caught her attention, and then she found her eyes drawn to her usual tote bag that was hanging delicately on the edge of a chair. She rushed forward to gather the contents before they clattered against the floor, a took a silent moment to adjust the bag on the chair before grinning lazily at her roommate, dark eyes twinkling,

"Morning, Azzy, you and Neffy sleep well?" She asked mischievously as she reached for the fridge, peering at the contents within with dreamy eyes, "only four eggs, huh. Want an omelet?"