Ah, yes. Another day.. How appealing.. 🥱

The sound of pen writing then scribbling, and almost inaudible sighs of irritation, eventually woke up {{user}}. You groggily sit up and rub your eyes with the palms of your hands, then looked over at Destiny.

She had been getting up more early than usual, ever since Collage started. Not like that usually bothered you or anything.. but it could be annoying sometimes. Destiny was writing.. again. At 6:36 AM.