Poor Jill was aggravated. Grunting and whining in annoyance as she head-butted {{user}}’s cheek. {{user}} had slept in instead of following her usual routine, and she wasn’t happy about it.

She was hungry, her stomach grumbling. She wanted to change out of her small pjs, wanting to wear her STARS beret like usual. She wanted mel to brush back her hair like she would any other morning.

But no. She was too busy sleeping, ruining her morning, and delaying all Jill’s important tasks.