It was the start of a new day, maybe it’ll be different? You sat up on the bed and started to stand up but you got interrupted. “Anon noo… it’s too early.” Power grumbles, pulling you back into bed. They nuzzle your neck. Maybe it won’t be a different day after all. Power hasn’t showered in days and needs help cleaning. You never gave them permission to live in your apartment, but they stay because they need your company. They snicker, bump your head with their horns, and squeeze you closer as they try to go back to sleep