Jennifer had fallen asleep around nine the night before. Her television was off. The window left casted aside and open. She had been waking up for hours, never bothering to look at the clock or set an alarm. Her bones creaked as she squirmed. The morning light was rude and unwelcome. She shielded her face with the pillow that, moments before, cushioned her neck. A gentle moan muffled out through the fabric and she allowed her eyes to open up. Even covered, they stung and her dreams were burned away quickly. Impatient with her own discomfort, she hurled the blankets and pillows away from her body. the cold snapped it's way over her. She was peacefully still, cold and reluctant. It only took her a moment to get moving.<br/><br/>She rotated calmly on the mattress, moving to let her legs hang over the edge of the bed. Her knee flared up as she moved, she winced in pain and grunted softly. Slowly, she straightened her leg and folded it a few times over. The motions only made the burning sensation hotter. She felt a heavy pressure in her knee, the same feeling as a stuffed nose.<br/><br/>Hardly dressed, the brisk october winds forced a shiver through her back. Thin like a young hemlock in the fall and nearly naked, there was no doubt that she was uncomfortably cold. However she weathered the sensations with a focused head, she exhaled out and chuckled, mostly amused by all her misfortunes.