Tamara had taken the liberty of sleeping in that day. She wandered into the room, still in her pajamas and pink bathrobe, her hair a little messy and a mug of coffee in her hand.
"Mornin'," she said with a yawn.
Or afternoon. She wasn't awake enough to tell time yet.
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