<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Lyndsy-Fonseca3.jpg)</div>Nikki was still in bed and asleep as well.  Her dark brunette curls draped over her face.  Her pink and white comforter had fallen in the small crack between her bed and the wall, where it seemed to spend most nights.  While her salmon colored sheet had been twisted into a long strand which seemed to lay precariously across the imaginary line that divided the room into his and hers.  This left the eighteen year old, simply covered in an extra long, black "Left 4 Dead" T-shirt, with the very cool slash "claw marks" in red on the back and stomach of the shirt, which she had obviously pilfered from Jared's clean laundry.  Her long, shapely legs were bare and sprawled in a wild, spastic and entirely uncomfortable looking fashion at the bottom of her bed.  She too wore ear buds, though no one would be able to see them under her hair, which attached to her pink IPod that had stopped sometime during the night.<br/><br/>While she didn't share her male relatives' morning disposition, she was currently having a very vivid, hot and naughty dream which caused her unconsciously to stretch and wiggle in a suggestive way to anyone watching, while she slept.