Elongated, she sat on the edge of the bed a long while. She inspected the objects around her while she stretched her knee and cracked her back. There were horrific blinds laying across the window. The sunlight sliced through them and ignited the room in a strange film noir pattern. Looking around, the colors in the room were rare and faded. she felt as though she was in black and white. A white tank top, cotton panties, and pale blonde hair were all she had on to cover her. The sheets were a deep royal blue, a black and red pattern across their faces. Black pillows, white walls and dull wood furniture. Probably plastic, just painted like wood for practical reasons. “How fitting,” she said aloud with amusement. Speaking to no one, she pondered heavily about what had brought her to this place. Her belongings were so few that a stranger would mistake them for motel perks. She scowled at everything around her. It was disgusting. Her clock finally caught her attention. 1:13.<br/><br/>She chuckled once and ran her hands through her hair. She didn't have to work. Autumn was a strange season. 'Plants grow fine by themselves in October.' A thought had swept her mind like a rogue. 'these (autumn) plants have more determination than most people.' Her thoughts drove deeper, beyond words. She contemplated life, it's complexities, it's rules. Exhausted of her depression, she shook it off and tried to stop wasting her time. She had slept for nearly 15 hours and now she was just staring at the wall, feeling bad about her self. She put weight on her feet and tested her knee. Standing up, she slowly approached the dreaded blinds. After opening them, she squinted her eyes with delicate and unbothered interest at the events unfolding outside. The clouds were enough to hide the hard piercing rays of the sun. The view was comfortable and interesting.<br/><br/>Jake was on his way to the office with his clock in hand. Jennifer had never seen him before. He was enormous. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Heather was just in view, the office was a bit of a fish tank. Even Jennifer could see the details of her legs and ass as she stood at the counter 'waiting'. From the window, she could hardly see Katsumi at all. A half smile crossed her face as she watched them interact for a long moment.<br/><br/>Jaded, Jennifer shifted her sight away from the scene and opened the blinds all the way open to let light into the room. Her surroundings were still black and white. She felt surreal, almost like a painting on a wall or an office desk. She was weary of onlooking eyes, they would be able to look in from across the street. She wasn't dressed, but ultimately, she just wasn't worried. There was no intention of hiding.<br/><br/>Yawning, she gathered a set of clothes and other items from around the room. A towel amongst a few bottles of soap were included. Driving herself into the bathroom, she quickly shed the strings of cotton and polyester from her body. The water was turned on quickly and the mirror was consciously avoided. The shower was especially hot, Jennifer enjoyed the water peacefully. Putting little care into the actual bathe, she mostly stood still under the stream as if it was a healing salve. Most days, she needed a shower just to wake up. Coffee was not good in her system, and without a shower she moved at half speed all day. It didn't take her long, like a real wake up call, it shocked her. She took a deep breathe as the water turned off. Eyes wide open in seconds, she reached out of the curtain and gripped her towel, bringing it to her face right away. She dried quickly and skipped the makeup. Finally aware, she left the bathroom, dressed and in an entirely new state of mind.<br/><br/>Her bed was made and the room was tidy just as the clock showed 1:30.<br/><br/>Jennifer was wearing a heavy black sweater over a pale green heavy summer dress. The fabrics were smooth and warm.  Her shoes were flat and thin, no sock to speak of, she hoped it wasn't windy outside. Her hair would take a little over an hour to dry, she looked much taller than she was. Her clothing fell down her like heavy curtains. Her sweater was stretchy and tight.<br/><br/>She put herself together for nothing. There were no plans for the day or work to be done. She returned herself to the window and leaned up against the sill. Looking out, she was reminded of how black and white her room was and busy the world was outside. It was windy. Red and yellow leaves shuffled through the air with a rapid nature, and people were moving about.