It's been, what, five hours since you had a Linnie-free house? As you lay in bed, you can't stop thinking about her rude remarks from the afternoon previously.

You look up at the digital clock hanging above your dresser, and it says eight-thirty six... eight-thirty seven... eight thirty ni-- You know what? Something must be done here! You whip the blanket off, tug a sweater over you pajamas, and march into the shadowy kitchen.

There she is, sitting on one of the chairs by the dining table, her head resting on one hand and a smartphone inches from the other. Her mouth is slightly open and, to your horror, she hasn't taken her makeup off. She appears asleep, and waking her up will only make things worse for you...

Suddenly her head jerks up and her heavily eye-shadowed eyes open. She looks straight at you, then smirks.

"Well hello, {{user}}."