Lying in bed as she wakes out of her slumber. Puckering up to make a simple "Muah" to herself and smiles in delight of the sound. She sits up and looks around the room already being lit by the morning light.
Just around her shoulders, her crimson hair gently falls as she twirls her head to ease her stiff neck. Swaying like a willow branch it moves to an easy position.
She leans on her arms as she arches her back. A click is heard and echoes about the room. The heat turns on and a warm brush sweeps in from the nearby vent.
Feeling the breeze engulf her, she stretches again. Lifting her arms up high and releasing a long and low sigh- loving both the pain and the glory of waking up.
Though she is fully awake, she lays down-her red hair creating an image of petals around her head. Taking in a full and mighty breath to start the day, she need not worry. For she knows she is in love.