She wakes up in a cold sweat not knowing where she until she does. She's lying on her back with the covers pulled up to her hips, her bare skin peeking through her night shirt. The generic Pikachu standing out waving a forepaw as it greets the world before her. Her eyes are trained on the ceiling, unseeing and unmoving, glazed over from the sleep she was torn out of. Her bed is warm with the air hitting her face gently pressing against her and making her sweat. She raises an arm slowly and wipes away the sweat from her face as he swallows down the dryness in her throat in an attempt to wet it. She can hear the sizzling sounds coming from downstairs form the kitchen. It's faint, but even then she can hear the delicious smell of bacon and eggs cooking while her mother works silently. She can hear the TV buzzing in the background, but she's sure it's the radio her mother plays every morning at this hour. Micheal Creta one of the famous musicians in the region. She sighs as her arm lays down on her stomach and with a heaving push she sits up straight letting her shirt ride down and the covers slip a bit. Smacking her lips she frowns at the icky taste of dried saliva and wipes it away with the back of her hand before pushing herself out of bed. Her feet hit the floor softly cushioned by the pale yellow carpeting as she makes she makes her towards her dresser. It's already a day in which she isn't anticipating. ------ By the time she's done showering and dressed herself she's looking herself in the mirror checking over her clothes for any flaws. Nothing short of a yellow and black button up shirt that fits her curves and compliments her dark skin and tight brown skinny jeans. She flings her messager bag arou d her shoulder and turns around to peer over her shoulder to look at it. She nods once before slipping on her shoes and making her way downstairs to where her mom is. Maie Gretch is a woman of tall stature unlike her daughter . She's elegant and sometimes cold giving people the impression that she;s prude and stuck up. Her Gardevoir sits at the table already eating and nods as Cooper passes by as a way of greeting. It's a somber day for all of them. Cooper greets her mother with a well practiced smile and Marie grins at her from the wave of smoke that comes from the bacon. Cooper sniffs and smiles before petting her belly in mock fashion of a Snorlax. "Ready yet?" They both know it's not about the food. Her mother's expression shifts quickly from a smile to a frown almost unseeble if Cooper hadn't been watching. Marie shakes it off and walks over her with a plate in tow, an uncommon ritual for both of them. Cooper smiles at grabs the fork as the plate is set down in front of her. She can almost feel the tears begin to prick at her eyes. Almost. "I love you." It's a whisper meant only for them. Gardevoir is staring at them silently before turning back to the TV as if she hadn't seen anything. Cooper swallows down a wash of juice and sets her hands on her mother's. "I love you too mom."