Fancy was slow to be drawn out of sleep by the offensive knocking. She kicked the covers off the bed in frustration as she picked up her watch from the nightstand and studied its face. She sighed, hoping the knocking would go away, she hated to rise before noon. Especially in her own bed. But the knocking did not cease and she rectulantly pulled herself up and grab a fur stole to wrap around her shoulders before heading downstairs.
She opened the door and squinted for a moment as her eyes became accustomed to what morning light made it into the alley. She was barefoot and in her nightgown, and the fresh spring air made her shiver and pull the fur closer against her body.