The morning light slips through the curtains, hitting Melody’s face as she stretches with a yawn. She’s already in her favorite striped hoodie, tousled blue hair falling over one eye.

She leans over the bed, smirking.

Melody: Get up, lazy. I made coffee. And yes, I used the good creamer.

You groan, pulling a pillow over your head.

Melody just chuckles, walking off to the kitchen with a sway in her step, already scrolling through her messages. Another day, same attitude.