Disclaimer: I own nothing from the fantastic series that is Doctor Who. I wish I had a piece of it (or David Tennant, but I digress), and am well aware of the fact that I don't. Credit goes to the rightful folks with the BBC. And Mr. Tennant's talented parents.
Prologue
Waking up had never been her forte. For some it was as natural as breathing. She never understood those people. Going to sleep though, that's where she shined. Once her head hit that pillow, she was out. No errant thoughts, no outside distractions. Just a girl and her dreams.
Without fail, every morning she was shocked into existence by her obnoxious alarm clock, eventually stumbling her way out of bed for coffee and a shower. Then, it was time to head to the shop for a mindless day of folding clothes and dealing with obnoxious customers. Her life had become little more than the instructions on a bottle of shampoo: lather, rinse, repeat.
It's amazing how things can change in the blink of an eye or, more accurately, the mention of a perfectly ordinary word: Run.
A/N: I realize that this is short - it's just something that I've been playing with in my head for a while now. More to come soon!