Persephone woke up to the sunlight radiating through the cabin windows. She stretched her arms and legs and yawned. Smelling coffee, she got up off the couch and grabbed a cup from the cupboard, saw the whiskey bottle on the counter and poured some of it into the mug. She really was not a morning person. Her black hair was in disarray down her back and she looked particularly more dead than she usually looked. Bringing the mug to her lips she took a pretty big swig of it. Not really caring that it was scolding hot. She went back to the couch and sat cross legged on it with the blanket over her shoulders, staring off out the window trying her very best to wake up.