Kimber woke up the same way every morning. Alarm at 5:30, snooze button, alarm again at 5:39. Grumbling, she would climb out of bed and stumble across her small apartment to the bathroom. Morning rituals, then change for the day. Small breakfast. Out the door by 6:30. She doesn't quite know why she kept this routine for so long. It wasn't like she had any reason anymore. Her job switched her hours, she wasn't in school anymore.. she could easily sleep in. As she thought about it, her alarm went off for 5:39 and she got up as usual. Kimber took longer this morning, catching herself staring at her reflection in the mirror twice, frowning at her plain and too-straight brown hair, muddy green eyes, and freckled nose. She followed the rest of her routine, dressed, and left her apartment armed with a scarf, hat, and bag containing her notebook laptop, a notebook, and an assortment of pens and pencils. The weather was overcast, but it wasn't too cold. She just liked having a scarf and hat. And so, by 7:00, she was out the door and walking toward the park. It was still too early to really do anything else, and she normally spent an hour or more walking aroubd, enjoying the quiet morning. And so, amthat is exactly what she did.