Amy winced as the loud sound of Lauren's voice ripped her out of dreamless reverie, one side of her upper lip pulling itself up off her teeth a little as her face contorted... Then she sighed, and sat up, blue eyes opening for just an instant before she rubbed them. Her vision fell to the left, to the glasses that Lauren had left her... and she smiled slightly, picking them up and scrolling the wheel back and forth slowly, watching the level of tint rise and fall.

She rotated, her legs slinging over the edge of her bed, then she hopped up and walked toward her dresser, bare feet padding across the rug she'd thrown under her space in the dorm room. She'd done laundry, and she was back to a full wardrobe. Jean cutoffs and a midriff baring top were the order of the day, and she pulled them on with ease--then put her sunglasses in the breast pocket of her shirt.

"Morning, Lauren," she said. "Thank you for the glasses..."