<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Waking up in her room</strong></div><br/>Some time during the night she had pulled off her clothes, the weight making her feel pulled down and suffocating, so when the insistent beep of her alarm went off she was tangled up in her bed sheets, her breasts bare but everything else hidden provocatively away with the linen.  When the beeping didn't go away after a few moments her brow wrinkled and a groggy groan was given.  She turned over but the beeping didn't end.  Rising from her sleeping position she had to grab a hold of her head a sharp pain radiating from there to her stomach making her realize just how inebriated she had gotten last night.<br/><br/>Reaching over she pushed the off button to her alarm, the movement making her want nothing more than to bury herself under her blankets and stay there.  But she had a job to do, and she would have to get up.  Her feet hit the floor and she padded into her shower, allowing the warm body to wash over her body.<br/><br/>Four aspirins, and a half hour later she walked to the bow mess for some coffee and maybe some toast to force down her throat.