Rhea
Rhea feels a soft paw gently stroking her nose, smells a faint aroma of cat litter, and hears deafening purring right next to her left ear. Groggily opening her eyes, Rhea sees nothing but Purrl's face looking deeply into her gray-green eyes.
"Is it time to get up, darling?" Rhea asks the Turkish Angora, staring back into the blue-hazel eyes.
Purrl simply stares into Rhea's eyes as if trying to tell her something.
"I guess that's a yes, then?"
Rhea turns her head to the right to look at the alarm clock. 5:23. Only seven minutes until she had to get up. Rhea decides it's not worth sleeping seven more minutes; she's gotten enough already. She sits up and looks around the dorm room, and she feels a rush of relief. No one is sharing this room with her. Rhea has always been a little shy and antisocial around other people, but she is also thankful there is nobody to complain about Purrl. Rhea slides out of her bed and starts to get ready, excited for her first class of the day, Microbiology.