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[color=#F8D740]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/center][indent][indent]While she wasn't completely sure what time it was when Kejirah began to open and close the window curtains, Aulora did know that it was entirely too early for her to even begin thinking about leaving the comfort of her own bed. Aulora Wise had never been a morning person, much preferring to stay up all night and sleep away the daytime. In fact, the young woman had just managed to fall asleep less than five hours prior to her human alarm clock jolting her from her deep slumber; as always, she'd been laying in a heap under her comforter, watching old episodes of Martin and The Fresh Prince on her laptop until she could no longer keep her eyelids open. Her eyes were wide open now, though; the girl slowly turned over in bed and peered up at her roommate through narrowed eyes. Aulora could barely make out what the girl was saying at first, only holding onto words such as [i]plans[/i] and [i]include[/i]. And it was when the other woman said [Color=Coral][i]"you'd better be up by time I get back"[/i][/color] as she exited the room that Aulora had to fight the urge to toss one of her potted plants directly at the girl's head.

[color=#F8D740][i]"Who are you, my mother?"[/i][/color] She wanted to yell back to her. But her throat was dry and she just couldn't manage to cough out the words in enough time. Instead, she laid on her back and stared at the white ceiling as she listened to her roommate pound her fist against the door of the next room over. It wasn't until after Kejirah mentioned taking a trip to the nearby Starbucks in thirty minutes that Aulora finally decided to get out of bed, pull her bonnet off her head, and begin her search for a clean outfit.

Less than two minutes later, Aulora was headed out of her bedroom and down the hall towards the bathroom; she held a hanger that contained her upcoming outfit and a shower caddy in one hand, and her makeup pouch in the other. The young woman shot Kejirah a quick glance as she strolled past where she was standing in the hall, flashing her a smirk when their eyes briefly met. [color=#F8D740][b]"Guess I call first dibs on one of the bathrooms,"[/b][/color] Aulora said as she continued her walk down the hall, [color=#F8D740][b]"I'll try not to take [i]too[/i] long."[/b][/color] But, as everyone in the house surely knew by now, that probably would not be the case; Aulora took much longer than the average person to get herself ready in the mornings. 

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