Cara's Apartment, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

The advantage of having your own place was that you could ensure the morning sun never got in your eyes, but that didn't stop Cara from pulling the blankets over her head when the room got far too bright, far too early.

"Make it go away," she whined, ever the height of maturity.

[For the girl.]

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[harpy_daughter]

"Sugar, if I knew how to make the sun go away, I woulda done it ages ago," Surreal sighed, still half-asleep. "Stop whining."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I'm not," Cara whined, pressing her face against Surreal's shoulder to block out the light. "It's too bright."

She was certain she'd bought curtains to fix that ages ago.

[harpy_daughter]

"It's the sun. The entire point is that it's bright," Surreal muttered, throwing an arm over her eyes. "When did you get rid of the curtains?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"I didn't," Cara protested, cracking open an eyelid. "I did get rid of these sheets."

Which had been a tragedy, they'd been amazingly comfortable before they'd worn out.