Lazily dawdling on the slept-in sheets, figuring out what another Saturday should be scheduled with. Beside her, her sleepy dog, What she sees beyond her window outside, 7 billion other civilians bustling energetically around their merry-go-rounds. Apathetic; her personality alteration. A fine morning, swaying to the light breeze that playfully escapes into the room and brushing her sheepishness. Her puppy approaches her side and nudges her several hints wanting to be embraced by its master, its mother. Both, snuggling, enjoys a perfect reunion.

Nothing beats that.