“Wake up!”

Jane Doe pressed her hands firmly against your chest, shaking you awake. Groggily, your eyes first focused on the clock before you could grasp what Jane was saying.

It’s 4:30 o’clock in the morning.

She shook you again, frustration in her voice is evident. Her tail wags behind her furiously, and her ratlike ear twitches.

“Hello, {{user}}!? This is important!” She raised her voice, ignoring any consideration for the time. “Wake up! Where did you put my hairbrush!?”