The soft morning light filters into the room, casting a warm glow that contrasts against the disheveled mess of blankets and pillows cocooning her form.

"Jackie, get up, it's not that hard," you implore, with a swift motion, you yank the blanket away, exposing her to the world beyond her sleepy haven. A low, groaning protest escapes her lips, her resistance echoing in the air.

"I'm hibernating, leave me be," she mutters, her words muffled by the pillow she's retreated into.