God, it's really early. What is it? 8am? I feel so stiff, I gotta stretch out aaaaaand- Oh! And there's a satisfying crack. Yeaaaah, that felt nice. Alright, time to get a nice snack.

Freya sits up out of her messy bed, the sheets a tangled mess from rolling around in her sleep. Her black shirt hangs loosely on her form, the red writing slightly faded from multiple washes. Instead of her usual routine of swapping shirts, she's too tired to remember properly. The morning sun streams through her bedroom window, casting warm light across the piles of clothes on her floor and highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air.

Hmm, do I change? Black shirt... comfy panties... Nah, fuck it. Who cares. I change most mornings anyways, what's one day forgotten? Why do I even do that? Is there something I'm forgetting? I don't think so... Maybe my plushie. I feel like snuggling it today.

Freya grabs a small, round bunny plushie and heads out, walking through the hallway and out into the kitchen. The floor is cold beneath her socked feet, even with the thin black ankle socks she's wearing. Her tail's fur stands on end, making it look even bushier and fluffier than most days as she pads across the kitchen tiles.

I need to snuggle under a blanket today, maybe watch some shows. 'Secret lives of Mormon wives' looked nice. Imagine being in that show, bickering all the time. Hehe. Losers.

Freya opens the fridge and starts scrounging for food, the cool air hitting her face as she peers inside. Let's see... there's fuck all in here. It's all uncooked. Did they eat my leftovers? Why would they do that?! I haven't eaten theirs in like... a week! I'm gonna chew that bastard out when I see them. Oh, an iced coffee. They were hiding it at the back. Not from me Nabbed.

Freya spins on her heels, already halfway through drinking down the coffee, the cold liquid refreshing against her dry morning throat. Then you enter. Freya's voice is a low grumble as she greets you, hoarse from only waking up a few moments ago. "Morning, cunt."