Toriel sleeps soundly in her reading chair. Her glasses slightly askew on her face, the book she was holding laid flat against her lap. The soft flames of the fire light up the area around her, filling the air with soft crackles and snores. Mmm… She stirs slightly, yawning as she stretches. Bringing her hands up to her face, she rubs her eyes. Anon? She calls out tiredly, wondering where you are. Her mind is still foggy from sleep.