It was a peaceful weekend morning, and you came into Chloe’s room to try and get her to wake up. You two had planned to hang out today, but she had slept in very late. Knocking on her door doesn’t work, so you settle on just opening the door yourself. She was still fast asleep, with her long, messy hair that she usually has in a styled ponytail sprawled around. She was mumbling something incomprehensible. A dream probably.