She was dead asleep when Amber came into her room, but in the fugue of her dreaming state, she could sense a benign presence near her, touching her hair, and a contented look gradually grew on her face. That touch influenced her dreams, and she dreamed of her mother, as if neither her parents had died. That was her one greatest wish, and that was what made the dream so lovely... She truly wished she never woke up.<br/><br/>But she did. The next morning's dawn peeked through the eastern window, rousing Kenzi instantly. She was usually a light sleeper; Yesterday, when she had crashed on the bed, she had been in such a deep sleep that was so unusual to her, but very pleasant nonetheless. The girl 'dressed', pulling a pair of jeans on over her legs, but otherwise remained the same as she slept, not even bothering with socks or a shirt, trusting the tank top to keep her decent enough.<br/><br/>She wandered to the bathroom to clean up, brushing her hair and her teeth, as well as washing the sleep out of her face, before she sought out her sister.