Flushing nearly black with embarrassment Liara felt her pen peel off her face. In the door way her mother stood, faint disapproval mixed with amusement as her daughter scrambled to wake up. This was the second time this week she had fallen asleep at her desk instead of in bed. Her computer was still up and the silly cartoons about laws and bills was frozen as soon as her eyes had not been detected on the screen. She shuffled a stack of pads and osd cards to buy some time. Her mother walked over to the radio, still playing sugary pop rock ballads, and turned it off. I am not angry little one, come to bed now, it is very late.