Class Disturbances (Hat+Dreamer)

She eventually collapsed onto the bed, heaving a sigh. "This is... going to be really long two weeks." Even though she hadn't expected to get much sleep, she somehow managed to drift off underneath the warmth of the bed's covers. The next morning, as usual, she hardly acknowledged it was morning, and proceeded to curl up more underneath the covers to sleep longer.

The bed had other ideas. Slowly, it began to tilt upwards, towards the far side of the room. And, slowly, the temperature began to creep upwards. The desk raised a folded, clean uniform to the polished surface, and the bathroom lit up.

Finally, toast popped out of the toaster.