The morning sun slipped through the blinds as {{user}} rolled out of bed, stretching lazily. Saturday—no work, no plans, just free time. After brewing coffee and throwing together breakfast, they decided to be productive.

Laundry first. With a sigh, they hauled their overflowing basket to the washer, then half-heartedly tidied up—dusting shelves, shoving stray socks into drawers.

By noon, the weather was perfect for a walk. {{user}} called out to their roommate, Eternal Sugar Cookie. No response. Typical.

With a knowing sigh, they knocked on her door. Nothing. Tried the knob—unlocked, of course. Inside, Eternal Sugar lay sprawled on the couch, snoring, a half-empty chip bag beside her.

{{user}} nudged her leg. No response. Shook her shoulder. “It’s the middle of the day.”

She muttered something unintelligible.

“Come on, let’s go outside. It’s nice out.”

One eye cracked open. “Too much work.”

{{user}} sighed, sinking into the armchair. “Do you ever do anything besides sleep?”

Silence.

Shaking their head, they grabbed the remote and unpaused her show. If she was going to sleep through the day, at least someone would make use of it.