Kate Beckett woke suddenly, trying to remember the dream she had been absorbed in. She shivered and looked for the clock on her nightstand. There were no glowing numbers. Damn it, she thought, the power must be out in her building.
Kate felt around in the darkness until her hand came in contact with her cellphone. 4:53, it said. So very, very early on a chilly Thursday morning. No, not chilly, she thought, cold, in fact, freezing. Kate pulled the covers up around her shoulders and realized her nose was cold, so she buried her face in the blankets as well.
Kate tried to fall asleep again, but just as she began to drift off, her phone rang. Murder. What a lovely wake up call. As she hung up the phone, Kate noticed her voice was slightly raspy. She sniffed and hoped she wasn't getting a cold.
Kate decided a nice, hot shower would make her feel better. After letting the water run for a couple minutes, Kate stepped into the shower. Then she quickly stepped out. The water was freezing. "You've gotta be kidding me," she mumbled to herself, realizing she had no electricity and no hot water.
Kate Beckett got dressed, adding an extra sweater to the outfit, not feeling too bad about skipping her morning shower. After all, she had taken a nice bubble bath the night before.