Liara cracks her bleary eyes open and squints towards her alarm clock displaying a dismal 1:22 am. She pops her neck and rolls over, then as an afterthought pulls the sheets up just enough to uncover her feet.
Liara groans as her back and shoulders protest any further pressure. Flopping with no sign of grace onto her stomach she glares at her alarm clock, 3:04 am.
Having at some point rolled to the other side of the bed, Liara scoots back to her regular side and hauls the sheets and the comforter back over her. As she pulls it over her head with a shiver, Liara notes that it's only 4:43 am.
Liara sighs and lays trapped on her bed, both uncomfortable and unwilling to move as the clock counts down to her alarm. It's set for 5:30, and as it is 5:12. Liara feels it would be foolish to get up when she could enjoy this for the next 18 minutes. Her neck protests loudly and she fidgets. Yes, enjoyment. She flops around a few times getting far too hot and kicks off the covers again. So soothing and relaxing. Freezing, she gropes for just the comforter. She cannot get up until the alarm goes off, it's the rule! Squinting hopefully she groans as the clock reads 5:18am.