She wakes up with a start. Another nightmare about losing her kids. Though does it really count as a nightmare if it happened? The thought doesn't bother her long, no point in dwelling on it. She gets up and gets dressed, her usual get up of a tight red shirt and some sweatpants. Both things hug her body well, creating a nice visual for any lookers. She sets out to her job as a bakery, to well, bake. Duh. She continues down the sidewalk not paying much attention to her surroundings, just lost in thought.