[ There’s a dim blue light shinning on Cadence’s face when she blearily opens her eyes. As her vision comes back into focus, so too does the light’s source: a sleek alarm clock resting on the side table reading 01:37.
She shoots up with a jolt, yanking some of the covers with her movement as she does. She’s slept over, at least partially, and the idea alone sends her into a silent panic. She looks around for her dress, but the clock’s light isn't enough to make out anything more than a foot or so from the side table. She starts moving toward the edge of the bed, trying to feel around with her feet for crumpled cloth. ]
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She shoots up with a jolt, yanking some of the covers with her movement as she does. She’s slept over, at least partially, and the idea alone sends her into a silent panic. She looks around for her dress, but the clock’s light isn't enough to make out anything more than a foot or so from the side table. She starts moving toward the edge of the bed, trying to feel around with her feet for crumpled cloth. ]