Frisk was engulfed in comforting warmth. Her dreams were blank, consisting of just an empty void where she couldn't move or speak. But she didn't struggle. She simply let herself float, content to stay right there. It was like she was wrapped in a thick blanket, or snuggled in one of Toriel's hugs. There was something more, however. A hint of blue magic crackled in front of her every so often. It popped and sparked, yet completely harmless. Was that where she was? In a void of blue magic?

Before she could go deeper with that thought, Frisk found herself startled by a voice.

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In reality, Frisk grumbled in her sleep at Sans' first attempt at waking her up. It certainly wasn't unusual behavior for her. Sleeping in was one of her favorite things, as she was nowhere near a morning person. That morning wasn't going to be any different, especially given where she was sleeping.

Unfortunately for her, she probably should have woken up the first time.

Upon hearing Sans' teasing words, Frisk shot her head up with a snort. She scrambled back so she could sit up, hurriedly brushing her messy bangs out of her face. One side of her hair stood up in a funky bed-head style, while the other was a little frizzy. Without a doubt, Frisk always woke in the most hilarious ways.

Most notably of all was the blush on her face. "Hey," she said, drawing the word out in an attempt to seem casual. "I mean, uh...Good morning? Maybe? What time is it?" She frantically smoothed out her hair and clothes as she looked to the kitchen, finally noticing the smell of food. What a perfect distraction!

"Oh hey, food. Let's go get some." With a nervous grin, still trying to play off her embarrassment, Frisk stood and headed for the kitchen. Once there, Sans would be able to hear her compliment and thank Papyrus for making such a delicious looking breakfast.