Fifth floor girl's bathroom, Monday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had quietly woken up to her alarm that morning. She'd fed Furrball, picked out clothes for the day, and taken a shower.

She was midway through brushing her teeth when it occurred to her.

She didn't dream last night.

Or, at least, if she had, she didn't remember any of it.

For some reason, this frightened and worried her almost as much as the dreams themselves did.

Well, hopefully Bridge would call her back today, and she could get this whole thing figured out, once and for all.

[ooc: she's not necessarily done dreaming. She is getting time off for good behavior, as I have nothing cracked to show her today yet.]