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Strawberry and Cream

The loud shriek of the alarm-clock startled Wren, with one leg hanging out of her bed she knocked her head on the wall behind her, grabbing for the clock as she rolled around before pulling the blanket, pillow and even the bedside lamp down with her, landing on the wooden floor with a loud thud.
Staring at the ceiling with wide open eyes, she sight deeply.
“Good Morning London!”
Pushing herself up from the floor, she left everything lying around and stumbled towards the bathroom. Like a zombie with raised arms in front of her, she aimed for the toothbrush. Slowly moving in front of the mirror to look at herself, Wren began to brush her teeth quite violently, while twitching on her blue hair with the free hand.

About half an hour later, the door to the bathroom flew open and Wren walked back into her bedroom, her hair still dripping wet and a warm cloud with the scent of soap following her. Running around merely in her black underwear, she stopped in the middle of the room, taking a look around. To her this room was a mess. Beside the blanket and lamp, which she pulled down earlier, some clothes were lying on the floor, books in a pile beside her bed and one of the drawers of her dresser was pulled out, close to falling down. She never found the time to clean it up, but she used to find what she was looking for in this chaos, nonetheless.
However, the havoc seemed to draw a line around the far right corner, on the other side of the room. As if one would enter a whole different apartment, or rather a parallel universe, this small area of the bedroom was tidy and clean. There were no pictures on the wall, no clothes on the floor - it seemed that not even dust dared to fall onto the furniture. Only her desk, computer and a couple of books found their place here.

Jumping on one foot, she tried to pull over the second boot, with a sandwich between her teeth, displaying a very hilarious scene until she finally stood on both her feet again, entering the kitchen.
The boiling water ran around the tea egg, changing to a bright red colour, just as Wren put away the electric kettle, leaning forward and inhaling the steam that began to fill the whole room with the flavour of strawberries and cream. Waiting patiently, she placed the milk bag and a giant teacup beside the pot.
“No morning should start without a cup of tea with milk.” She mumbled to herself.
To cook the water and watch the sip of milk creating small swirls within the red liquid was some kind of morning ritual, for which Wren always had enough time.

Again she ran back into her bathroom, reaching for the perfume which she loved so much, clouding herself in the scent of fresh soap and flowers.
After checking every room twice, if the lamps are out and windows closed, she finally left her apartment, making her way to her new workplace.

Description
Strawberry and Cream

The loud shriek of the alarm-clock startled Wren, with one leg hanging out of her bed she knocked her head on the wall behind her, grabbing for the clock as she rolled around before pulling the blanket, pillow and even the bedside lamp down with her, landing on the wooden floor with a loud thud.
Staring at the ceiling with wide open eyes, she sight deeply.
“Good Morning London!”
Pushing herself up from the floor, she left everything lying around and stumbled towards the bathroom. Like a zombie with raised arms in front of her, she aimed for the toothbrush. Slowly moving in front of the mirror to look at herself, Wren began to brush her teeth quite violently, while twitching on her blue hair with the free hand.

About half an hour later, the door to the bathroom flew open and Wren walked back into her bedroom, her hair still dripping wet and a warm cloud with the scent of soap following her. Running around merely in her black underwear, she stopped in the middle of the room, taking a look around. To her this room was a mess. Beside the blanket and lamp, which she pulled down earlier, some clothes were lying on the floor, books in a pile beside her bed and one of the drawers of her dresser was pulled out, close to falling down. She never found the time to clean it up, but she used to find what she was looking for in this chaos, nonetheless.
However, the havoc seemed to draw a line around the far right corner, on the other side of the room. As if one would enter a whole different apartment, or rather a parallel universe, this small area of the bedroom was tidy and clean. There were no pictures on the wall, no clothes on the floor - it seemed that not even dust dared to fall onto the furniture. Only her desk, computer and a couple of books found their place here.

Jumping on one foot, she tried to pull over the second boot, with a sandwich between her teeth, displaying a very hilarious scene until she finally stood on both her feet again, entering the kitchen.
The boiling water ran around the tea egg, changing to a bright red colour, just as Wren put away the electric kettle, leaning forward and inhaling the steam that began to fill the whole room with the flavour of strawberries and cream. Waiting patiently, she placed the milk bag and a giant teacup beside the pot.
“No morning should start without a cup of tea with milk.” She mumbled to herself.
To cook the water and watch the sip of milk creating small swirls within the red liquid was some kind of morning ritual, for which Wren always had enough time.

Again she ran back into her bathroom, reaching for the perfume which she loved so much, clouding herself in the scent of fresh soap and flowers.
After checking every room twice, if the lamps are out and windows closed, she finally left her apartment, making her way to her new workplace.