Her hands brushed the creased linen which vacuumed around the sleek shape of her body. She inhaled the fresh air, which had a tinted scent of rain pitter pattering against the window to her right. Her hands crossed over her face and brushed above her head onto her pillow when she turned to shut down the treacherous sound of her alarm waking her up. She didn't mind that much, although she probably could've gotten some more sleep quite easily really. Her nightgown was a silver silk, lined with lace and floral patterns which shimmered to the amount of sunlight which managed to make its way through the slice between her curtains. The tiled hard floor of her kitchen echoed when the balls of her feet slapped against the ground. She loved her house, having lived here since she left her parents, she had called it 'home' for a good few year now, as that is exactly what it was. Breakfast consisted of some bran flakes and a chopped up banana on top - she was only small and petite so a big fatty full English breakfast wasn't necessary on a day like today.. Her slender, long piano fingers crossed over the aprons ribbon to her back, and she quickly grabbed her keys to the car. People were waiting for their coffee, and she would be the one to serve them it.