7 AM: Genre Undetermined

7 AM on a Sunday morning? She blinked at her alarm. Yeah, I don't think so. Her hand was halfway to the snooze button when she remembered why, exactly, her alarm had gone off at such an unholy hour on what should be her day off. She swore, lay in bed staring at the ceiling for a moment, then swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, hissing slightly as the cold of the floor seeped into her skin. She didn't want to go, even leaving aside the time, but it was an obligation, and obligations, her father had always taught her, were things that you must meet, or be prepared to deal with the consequences. Even he had eventually stopped being able to meet his obligations, though, and--

Inspiration: Woke up too damn early today.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: It's not a story idea, just a cute intro.