Alabaster rose early the following morning - at least, it felt early to him, but his sense of time had been distorted by extensive interplanar travel.  A dim light glowed at the mouth of the cave, but whether it was the grey of twilight or the gold of dawn, he couldn't be sure.  He looked back toward the deeper recesses and saw Myri snoozing obliviously.  This irrtated him, and Alabaster was naturally irritable in the morning.  "Wake up, Myri," he called.<br/><br/>No response.<br/><br/>He marched ominously over to her - as ominously as a four-inch sprite can march, anyway.  "It's morning, Myri," he said evenly into her right ear.  "Time to get up."<br/><br/>Myri made some vague noise of protest, shifted slightly, and lay still again.<br/><br/>"Confound it, woman!" he shouted.<br/><br/>"Muh?" Myri exclaimed, suddenly sitting up, her eyes snapping open.  "Where?"<br/><br/>"Good, you're up," Alabaster said approvingly.<br/><br/>"Is something bad happening?" Myri asked.<br/><br/>"No, nothing out of the ordinary."<br/><br/>"Then why did you wake me up?" she whined.  "I hate mornings."<br/><br/>"Join the club," Alabaster said, pulling out his favorite human expression.  "We have T-Shirts."  And he even managed to keep a perfectly straight face as he said it.