When she didn’t get her breakfast on time she became demanding. Cracking an eye open, she noted that it was twenty minutes after seven. She’d barely made it home an hour ago. Her entire body was exhausted and yet she still couldn’t sleep. Disrespectful entities like the sun, which now shone through every available crevice, and her cat Chloe, were doing their best to wake her up at the usual hour. She sighed and eased her hold on the pillow. There was nothing to do at this point but get up and have a lazy, groggy Saturday. What other kind of day could a person have with no sleep? After the backstage party last night they had all headed to a warehouse where the after-hours party had gone off. Los Angeles had a strict policy with regards to the closing time for bars. After-hours parties were illegal, but they were the trend these days, and they happened in all kinds of places. You just had to be in the loop to get invited. She slowly eased her calves from the bed and sat on the edge for a moment to assess the damage. Chloe ran over in excitement meowing even louder, pacing back and forth in front of her. The cat’s long, fluffy orange tail brushed her legs with each pass. This could not continue, her hangover wouldn’t allow it. As quickly as she could, which was not very quick, she went to the kitchen and dropped some food into Chloe’s bowl to stop the meowing.
