Elizabeth heard Sam's bedroom door close and Sam try to make her way quietly past Elizabeth's door. Well, it would have been quiet if it weren't for the shuffling of slippers and a loud yawn as she went past. Elizabeth lifted her head off the pillow with some effort to glare at the door. Granted, she'd been dozing for the last half an hour since her alarm first went off, but the snooze button had become her friend recently. She'd never had a problem with motivating herself to get out of bed before, but lately she had been having bad dreams that were stopping her from sleeping well. The worst part was that when she woke up, they were so ethereal that the more she tried to remember them the vaguer they got.
Sighing heavily, she dropped her head back on her pillow. If Sam were up it meant they still had a good forty five minutes before they had to leave, she could doze a bit longer.
No sooner was she on the verge of drifting off again when that damned alarm went off again. She rolled over and whacked her right hand down on the defenseless thing which went sailing to the floor, still flashing, but quiet. She heaved another sigh and swung her legs over the side to sit up, scrubbing her hands over her face and pushing her hair back. Her one consolation to having to get up was that hopefully Sam would have started her tea brewing. Rescuing the alarm clock, she placed it back in its spot and reset it, then grabbed her fluffy dressing gown and headed to the kitchen. It wasn't particularly cold, but it was a habit.
Upon entering the kitchen she saw that Sam looked just as tired, and that even though she was looking in the paper she didn't seem to be really reading it. "Morning," she greeted tiredly, shuffling over to the fridge and reaching in, but trying dearly to keep her dressing gown wrapped tightly around herself at the same time. "How'd you sleep?"