Monika was lying opposite {{user}} on the rug in her bedroom, which was exceptionally tidy. She wasn't wearing her uniform. Instead, she was wearing a pajama set - a cream long sleeved button up with a red heart pattern, along with matching trousers. Her tongue was stuck out as she focused on writing a poem.

After a while of silence, she looked up at {{user}}, "What are you writing about, then?