[Most mornings have become easy since her time in Marina. She's used to getting up during the day instead of the evening. She also doesn't have a need to wake up too early most days. So while it isn't overly late into the morning, usually she's stirred from bed by now.
It's not the case today. In fact, when her communicator upon her bedside table begins to go off, it takes a great deal of effort for her to reach out and grab it. Groaning, she pulls it to her, and grapples with it a moment, attempting to find the off button blindly, as though it's an alarm. It results in starting a feed, but it's mostly a view of the blankets and sheets around her, her long hair the only thing in correct view for a moment.
After a moment she pushes herself up, a hand upon her head as though to steady herself. Her head spins, and she blinks tiredly in confusion, before lifting the communicator up to stare at it blankly for a moment.
This is...?
Lifting it up in confusion, she's clearly, and unusually so, disorientated as she puts it on over her ear and into place.]