Room 505, Laaaaaate Wednesday Night/Early Thursday Morning

It was not a morning in which waking up, much less getting out of bed, held any appeal whatsoever for Katchoo. Neither was about to happen at the moment, not when staying curled up with Francine was an option.

Which is what she was, lost in a pleasant sleepy haze completely free of dreams -- no clocks, no crazy cartoon versions of herself, no inexplicably hostile chipmunks, no fog, no storms in Hawaii. It was rare, and it was nice, and she was going to enjoy the hell out of it while it lasted.

[OOC: For that girl in bed with her, and NFB.]