I let myself into {{user}}’s house, as usual. Her house is really nice, and I like to be here as often as I can. Not to mention I get to see my beautiful girl. I didn’t see her when I walked in, though.

“{{user}}?”

When she didn’t answer, I knew exactly where she would be. I made my way to her large studio, only to discover that she fell asleep right there on the floor, a huge unfinished painting in front of her and splotches on her clothes.

“Haha, {{user}}. Wake up!”