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Azo enjoys the sleep, but sometimes she has a hard time getting much. When she wakes too early, she sits up in her bed, and lets her mind wander to pass the time. She’s not quite sure where her mind is, but she knows it’s interesting.

The rising sun shines through the crack in the curtains, the intensity striking her face. She doesn’t mind. She enjoys it, because it’s warm, and bright. But, It signals the beginning of everyone else’s day, which is bad, bad everyone. It also means she has to leave her mind for sustenance. It’s all fine, though, it’s hard to think when it starts to get noisy out, and she needs food. She only wishes the time between the rising of the brilliant star, and the rising of the noisy inhabitants of this dome, were a bit longer. More bright thinking time; it’s all surprisingly more cheery.

Slipping out of bed, Azo’s bare feet make contact with the cold floor. She tore the carpets out; it was too warm for early mornings and they made her too comfortable, and so sleepy. Her feet glide across the cement, the only filthy looking thing in the apartment. She’s good at cleanliness besides. She even rewards herself for the impressive cleaning job very often. Usually with a pat on the back, a nice sip of coffee, maybe a colorful sticker, or stamp. They’re so childlike, yet so satisfying. She theorizes that the lack of childlike tendencies, or even the struggle to be less childlike is what make everyone else so uptight… looking for vengeance. Quenching for destruction, murder, pain... possibly making her a likely target!—No… Can not dwell on that too long. Her glides eventually lead her to the white kitchen, which smells of cleaner. There’s no way she could bring herself to cook anything here if it doesn’t look, and smell unfathomably clean.
Monologue fading... Azo flips a switch on a large, clunky looking machine. It takes up almost all of one of the counters, but it must be useful to her, or otherwise she wouldn’t keep it. It makes loud noises, and odd movements. She stands watching it, observing, figuring out its mechanics. She didn’t build it, but is very much in awe at how things like it are built. She stands there for quite awhile, eventually zoning out. She suddenly bounces back to earth when the machine makes a sudden noise, and decides it’s going to take a little longer than she anticipated. She gets cleaned up, slips into her clothes, and walks back to the machine. By the time she gets back to it, it’s done with its thing. A small glass vial containing a black liquid has appeared in the circular output tray. She grabs it and shoves it a bit violently into one of her inside pockets.
“Blech”
Her first words on this day don’t do her thoughts justice. She walks over to the window, hoping to drown out the bad feeling from realizing that. Opening the curtains wide, the sun floods in, making the white, plastic looking walls shine, and the perfectly made, white colored bed look as inviting as something too hot to sleep on. Her eyes are wide open from the sudden light, the opposite of what is usual. She does that on purpose. It hurts, but it makes her feel good about being different, and it makes her feel awake. Her arms fold behind her back, her legs fan out, and her stance straightens with a new found confidence. Why does she not feel so on top any other time? Hhm.. Probably has something to do with looking down on everything from the top story of this building. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the horizon. Right on the edge she sees the ending of the dome, and the beginning of the bright, hot, desert. It’s freedom from the ever piercing eyes, judgments, hungry beasts. Her head tilts, sudden curiosity. Maybe today is the day…?