The sun was already high in the sky and her room was flooded with light when she began stirring but she was long past being woken by it now. Rolling over to look at the time she saw it was nearing midday, meaning it would be... almost seven in New York. With a sigh she got out of bed and padded into the bathroom, stretching as she walked.

A short while later she sat in her kitchen eating breakfast though her main attention was directed to the book before her. The only sound that could be heard was the turning of pages and the purring of the black cat curled on her lap, who she occasionally fed a bite of bacon to. But the peace could not last and she was forced to scoop up the cat and place her on the floor before heading upstairs to dress, bearing in mind what Mimic had said. Messy; how joyous.