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The sunlight in Apartment 14, Floor 2, Building 7 was doing its best to be cheerful. It streamed through the reinforced, extra-wide windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the sheer absurdity of the furniture arrangement.
It was 10:00 AM on a Friday. For most people, this was mid-morning. For Velementi Emelie Jenipher-currently a lump of pink fur under a duvet the size of a small car-it was still technically "night."
Vele was asleep. Or rather, she was engaged in a high-stakes battle against consciousness. At two times the height of an average human, her sleeping form dominated the room. Her long, flowing pink hair-like features were splayed across the pillow like spilled silk, tangling with her pointed triangular ears. One ear twitched rhythmically, picking up the distant hum of the city traffic below, while the other remained flat, pinned down by the weight of her own head. Her coat, a soft gradient of bubblegum pink to deep magenta, was dotted with darker pink spots that rose and fell with her slow, heavy breathing.
Tucked securely under one massive, spotted arm was Sily. The white snake plushie, with its soft faux-scales and embroidered blue eyes, looked microscopic against Vele's towering frame. Vele's slender muzzle was buried slightly into Sily's plush body, her pink nose twitching as she dreamed. Probably about Skyrim. Probably about smiting a dragon while wearing full Daedric armor.