Living Room
Yuffie snuffled softly in her half-sleep, draped precariously across the back of one of the living room couches (couches?). Something was shuffling around-- a person was waking up, she could hear. From the room behind the couch.
She rolled over, onto her back, fingertips brushing the cushions and one ear squished uncomfortably.
Maybe things would make a bit more sense if she woke up? That usually tended to be the case (like dreams, she'd found. Really weird ones. They made sense when you woke up because you suddenly realized that really, it was all a dream and so it didn't have to make sense-)...