Rose sits up in her bed once again. However, unlike earlier, it is now morning, or more accurately, noon. Like before, she is alone, but this time out of choice. She can hear her mother vacuuming downstairs. If Rose wanted to, she could go downstairs to spend time with her mother. The problem is she didn't want to, not after last night.

Her cat once again has noticed her awakening, meows a hello, and jumps over to Rose's computer desk and falls asleep next to her laptop.

Her laptop! She had almost forgotten about her conversation last night with John. He had left the chat very abruptly, she should check of him.

She crawled out of bed and was immediately met by a rush of cold air. She crawled back under her covers. It was always cold where she lived, she should be used to it by now, but she isn't. She now was really worried about john, but the cold of her room was confining her to her bed. Even if she carried her blanket to the chair with her, her feet would be cold. However, she could build a blanket fort on her bed, she just had to get her computer. She wrapped her blanket around her neck like a cape and held it close with her hands. Then she quickly jumped off her bed in her blanket cocoon and ran to her desk to grab her laptop, then ran back and jumped on her bed with a flourish of her blanket cape.

Just because no one could see her didn't mean she couldn't be *FABULOUS*

After readjusting her cocoon and warming her feet she powered up her computer. She could hear her mother coming up the stairs and she sighed, getting up in her blanket cocoon to open the door. Her mother stood outside her door looking slightly surprised at her daughter. Rose looked at her mother, who was holding a breakfast platter with egg eyes, bacon mouth, and a glass of orange juice, "Good Morning."

Her mother smiled, "Oh good morning, Rosie. I made you breakfast."

"I can see," rose accepted the tray from her mother, then turned to go back in her room while inwordly cringing at her mother's nickname for her. "Thank you."

Her mother stopped her from closing the door, but hesitated, trying to think of a topic to talk to her daughter about. "How did you sleep?"

Rose turned around, eyeing her mother, who obviously didn't realize she hit a nerve, "I was up until 4 AM, just like you."

Her mothers face contorted from worry to anger then to sadness in response to her daughter's comment and bitter tone as the door was slammed in her face.

She jiggled the doorknob, but rose had locked it already. "Rose! Open this door right now!"

Rose was now on her bed in her blanket cocoon ignoring her mother's attempts to get in her room. She opened her computer to see that John had messaged her.

- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 12:08 -

EB: hey!

EB: you're online.

EB: ...

EB: hello?

TT: Hello.

EB: oh, hey.

EB: where were you?

TT: Dealing with my mother.

TT: Who is currently trying to get in my room.

EB: why? is something wrong?

TT: No.

EB: oh.

EB: if your sure...

TT: What happened last night?

EB: ?

TT: You left abruptly.

EB: well I wouldn't say abruptly.

TT: I would.

EB: well, my dad came in my room.

TT: Ah.

TT: How did that go?

EB: i pretended to be asleep but he knew i was awake.

TT: It seems our parents are opposites.

EB: how so?

TT: My mother thought I was asleep last night.

EB: is that why shes trying to get into your room?

TT: Well now she's downstairs sobbing into a martini glass.

EB: don't you think you should...

EB: you know...

EB: talk to her?

TT: No.

EB: oh.

EB: are you sure?

TT: Yes.

TT: I don't want to upset her more.

EB: no offense,

EB: but i don't think you can.

EB: go talk to her.

TT: You have a point.

TT: I'll go apologize.

TT: brb

- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 12:17 -