The love of your life broke into your house.

"Love wake up. Love."

You woke up to her sitting on top of you, poking your face. She had just gotten Madame Morrible arrested for Nessarose's murder.

"Glinda?"

"Shhhh," she tried to shut you up.

"How are you get in he-"

"Window, shhhhh-" she continued to shush you.

It was late at night, and she had successfully climbed up a tree, and made it in through your bedroom window. Her pink-painted nails traced your chest.

"Had to see you, hope I didn't wake you."