[It takes Cissie ages to actually drag herself out of the oversized, overly soft and cushy bed the next morning. She really had expected to wake up in her dorm room, and it took a while to get past the initial oh-god-where-am-I panic and the crushing realization that she was stuck here when she remembered. When she finally forced herself to face the fact that lying in bed wasn't going to get her home, she got up, showered and... spent half an hour in the walk-in closet, sifting through clothes that probably cost more than her tuition. Eventually she gave up and just put on the clothes she'd been wearing the night before. Jeans and a sweater were fine. Somehow the clothes ground her and make this whole thing a little easier to handle.
In the end, it's her stomach that drives her out of the room, in search of the kitchen. All she wants is maybe a bowl of cereal or some toast. And some coffee. Good God, does she want coffee.]
THE NEXT DAY....
In the end, it's her stomach that drives her out of the room, in search of the kitchen. All she wants is maybe a bowl of cereal or some toast. And some coffee. Good God, does she want coffee.]