Andrea's alarm went off early the next morning. She had forgotten to adjust the time from the previous day, when she was trying to beat Kyle to the bathroom.
After silencing the alarm, it felt too quiet. No shower running, no sounds of cooking from the kitchen. She wouldn't have been surprised if Kyle had shown up at her doorstep early enough to cook breakfast as usual.
It was way too early, so she rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
She was half asleep when something licked her hand. Andrea rolled over grumpily, only for Burrito to walk straight across her head, stubbornly following her hand. That was enough to rouse her.
